بروحي عارضاً كالشذر حسناً
على ياقوتِ خدٍّ كاللهيبِ
My soul for cheek-down, lovely as golden beads,
With my soul I compare your beauty
Upon the ruby of a cheek like flame.
To embers on a cheek of ruby.
وحقّكَ ما سعى في الخدِّ إلّا
ليلقطَ نملهُ حبَّ القلوبِ
And by your honor, it moved upon the cheek only
By your right! The dimple on your cheek
So that its ants might gather the grain of hearts.
Seeks but to catch hearts for your love.
Sol 6.1