قُل لِذي الوَجهِ الرَقيقِ

وَلِذي الحُسنِ الدَقيقِ

Tell the one with the gentle face

Say to the one with the delicate face,

And with the delicate beauty

And the refined beauty, exquisite and grace,

وَلِمَن يَرنو بِعَينَي

رَشَإٍ أَحوى وَموقِ

And the one who looks at me

And to the one who gazes with the eyes

With eyes of desire and passion

Of a dark-hued fawn, where soft magic lies,

وَلِمَن يَدعو إِلَيهِ ال

حُسنَ مُرّارَ الطَريقِ

And the one who calls me

And to the one whose beauty calls aside

To beauty along the bitter path

The passersby who on the roadway glide,

وَلِمَن يُعنِقُ في المِش

يَةِ كَالطَرفِ العَتيقِ

And the one who embraces me

And to the one who prances in his stride

Like an ancient fold

Like a noble steed, full of ancient pride,

لِم تَغَضَّبتَ عَلى عَب

دِكَ ذي الطَوعِ الشَفيقِ

Why did you get angry

Why have you turned your anger on your slave,

At your obedient, kind servant?

The tender servant, obedient and grave?

أَيُّها العاذِلُ دَع لَو

مِيَ في شُربِ الرَحيقِ

O criticizer, leave my drinking

O you who blame, refrain from scolding me

Of wine in peace

For drinking nectar, aged and flowing free,

خَندَريسٌ عَطِرُ النَك

هَةِ كَالمِسكِ السَحيقِ

He is like fragrant basil

An ancient wine, with fragrance in its breath

Like thick, pure musk

Like powdered musk that lingers unto death,

إِنَّما طابَت لِذي فَت

كٍ تَرَدّى بِفُسوقِ

It's good for one with a split

It only suits the reckless, fatal knight

Who fell into debauchery

Who clothes himself in sin and wild delight,

جاهَرَ الناسَ بِما يَأ

تيهِ في ضَنكٍ وَضيقِ

He showed people openly

Who flaunts before the people what he does

What comes to him in distress and strain

In dire straits, heedless of what was,

وَبَدا في الناسِ مَشهو

راً كَذي الرَأسِ الحَليقِ

And he appeared well-known amongst people

And stands among the crowds, a famous name,

Like one with a shaved head

Like one with shaven head, marked out by fame.