تَمتَّع بِهِ لَدنَ المَعاطفِ أَهيفا

يَسقيكَ من عَذبِ المَراشفِ قَرقفا

Revel in it, in the softness of robes, gently,

It quenches you with sweet pillows, bubbly.

هُوَ الشَمس لَكن لَيسَ فيهِ تَأنُّثٌ

هُوَ البَدرُ إِلا أَنَّه لَيسَ أَكلَفا

It's the sun, yet has no feminine charm,

It's the full moon, but isn't pretentious at all.

تَولَّدَ بَينَ التُركِ في مِصرَ فاحتَوى

إِلى لُطفِهِ حُسنا حَكى فيهِ يُوسُفا

Born between the Turks in Egypt, it contained

In its gentleness, beauty recounting Joseph.

مجَذَّبُ لَحظٍ جاذِبٌ لِقُلوبِنا

وَليِّنُ لَفظٍ قَلبُهُ أَشبَهَ الصَفا

A gaze that's coaxing, hearts it keeps seducing,

A soft utterance, its heart is like clear spring water.

رِياضُ جَمالٍ وَجهُهُ فَلذا تَرى

بِهِ نَرجِساً غَضّاً وَوَرداً مُضَعَّفا

Gardens of beauty its face, so you see in it

A budding narcissus and doubled rose petals.

يُحارِسُهُ مِن رائِدِ القَطفِ أَرقمٌ

مِن الشَعرِ ما يَهتَزُّ إِلا لينقفا

It's guarded from the plucker's hand by hair

That sways only gently in the breeze.

مَحاسِنهُ تَكفيهِ حَملَ سِلاحِهِ

أَلَم تَرَ ما في القَلبِ أنفَذ مَصرِفا

Its beauty is enough to carry its weaponry,

Didn't you see what most pierces the heart?

فَمِن لَحظِهِ الوسنانِ سَلَّ مُهنَّداً

وَمِن قَدِّهِ الفَينانِ هَزَّ مُثَقَّفا

So from its tender gaze it felled lovesick,

And from its seductive height it toppled the pretentious.

نعِمنا بِهِ ضَمّاً وَشَمّاً وَلَم نُبَل

أَجارَ زَمانٌ مع سِوانا أَم أنصفا

We delighted in it, inhaling its scent, and didn't reach

Did time allow us to be equal to it?

وَما العَيش إِلا خُلسَةٌ مِن محجَّبٍ

يُبيحُكَ ما تَهوى عِناقاً وَمَرشَفا

What's life but stolen moments with a veiled one,

Permitting you what you desire, an embrace and pillow?