دَمعٌ هَتونٌ وَقَلبٌ دائِماً في حُزن
مِن حُبِّ غيدٍ سَنا بَدرِ الدُجى قَد حُزن
A streaming tear, and a heart forever steeped in sorrow—
A tearful eye and a heart always in sorrow
From love of graceful maidens, the radiance of the full moon in darkness has grown dim.
For the love of a bright full moon whose light makes me blue
خِفاف قَدٍّ لَها ثِقالُ رِدفٍ رُزن
تَغارُ شَمسُ الضُحى منهُنَّ إِذ يَبرُزن
Slender of figure, each is heavy-hipped and stately;
Her delicate wrists as heavy as saddlebags full
The morning sun grows jealous of them when they appear.
The rising sun is jealous of their radiance
Sol 5.6