هُوَ الحسنُ حُسن التركِ يَسبي الوَرى لُطفا

وَيعطِفُ سالي القَلبِ نَحوَ الهَوى عطفا

He is beauty, the beauty of Turks that captivates souls gently

And inclines the flowing hearts towards passion affectionately

يدِرنَ مِن اللُخصِ السَواجي مُدامَةً

فَللّهِ ما أَحلى وَلِلّهِ ما أَصفى

They unleash from the cheeks the glasses flowing

So beautiful! By Allah so pure! By Allah so clear!

وَيَنصُبنَ مِن هُدبِ المآقي حَبائلاً

فَكَم أَنفُسٍ أَسرى لَدى المُقلَةِ الوَطفا

And they set from the curls of the waves traps

So many souls captured at the soft bend

وَبي قَمَرٌ مِنهُم تَبدّى فَأَصبحت

مَنازِلُهُ مِن جِسمي القَلبَ وَالطَرفا

And a moon of them appeared so I became

Its abode my heart and eyes equally

حَكى الشَمسَ وَجهاً وَالغَزالَ التَفاتَة

وَدِعصَ اللوى رِدفاً وَغُصنَ النَقا عِطفا

It portrayed the sun, a face and the gazelle, a glance

It bent the twigs and the brances of nabk gently

أَبدرَ بَني خاقانَ رِفقاً بِعاشِقٍ

بَراهُ الهَوى حَتّى لَقَد كادَ أَن يَخفى

The youth of Bani Khaqan was gentle with a lover

Passion saw him until he almost faded

وَقَد عُدتَني يَوماً فعِدني بِمثلِهِ

لَعلي مِن الأَوصابِ إِن زُرتَني أَشفى

You visited me one day, so visit me alike

Maybe if you visit I will be cured of melancholy

تَداوى أُناسٌ بِالبِعادِ فَما شَفُوا

وَلا شَيء أَبرا مِن وِصالٍ وَلا أَشفى

Some are cured by distance, but they are not cured

Nothing is more healing than a union or more curing than a visit

وَما أَنسَ لا أَنسى زيارَةَ مالِكي

أُلاحِظُ مِنهُ البَدرَ وَالغُصنَ وَالكَشفا

I cannot forget the visit of my friend

I notice through him the full moon, the branch and the revelation

هَصَرتُ بِذيّاكَ القَوامِ أَراكَةً

وَأفنيتُ تلكَ الراحَ مِن ريقِه رَشفا

I became emaciated with that slender figure

And wasted away that gentle spirit with a sip

أَيا ذَهبيَّ اللَونِ روحيَ ذاهِبٌ

فرِفقا بِهيمانٍ عَلى المَوتِ قَد أَشفى

O you my golden complexion, my soul is leaving

So be gentle with a lovesick about to die of love