قَد حَكى البَدرُ بَهاكا

فَرَآهُ مَن رَآكا

The full moon told of your beauty

The full moon has mimicked your splendor,

And he who saw you saw it too

So whoever saw you has seen it too.

وَزَها بِالحُسنِ لَمّا

صارَ في الحُسنِ حَكاكا

And he compared you in beauty

It boasted of its beauty only when

When comparing beauty to you

It came to rival you in grace.

أَيُّها الغَضبانُ رِفقاً

جُعِلَت نَفسي فِداكا

O angry one, be gentle

O angry one, be gentle now,

For my soul is ransomed for you

May my own soul be your ransom.

يا شَبيهَ البَدرِ حُسناً

قَلَّ صَبري عَن هَواكا

O you who resemble the full moon in beauty

O likeness of the full moon in fairness,

My patience for passion of you grows slim

My patience for your love has worn thin.