قُل لِذا الوَجهِ الطَريرِ

وَلِذا الرِدفِ الوَثيرِ

Say to that radiant face

Say to this face, so fresh and fair,

And to that ample hip

And to this form, so soft and lush,

وَلِمِغلاقِ هُمومي

وَلِمِفتاحِ سُروري

And to the lock of my worries

And to the bolt that bars my grief,

And to the key to my joys

And to the key of my delight,

وَالَّذي يَبخَلُ عَنّي

بِقَليلٍ مِن كَثيرِ

He who is miserly with me

To him who plays the miser’s part,

With little of much

Withholding little from so much,

يا صَغيرَ السِنِّ وَالمَو

لِدِ في عَقلِ الكَبيرِ

O little of age and death

O you, of young and tender age,

Born in the mind of the elder

Yet bearing an elder's mind within,

وَقَليلاً في التَلاقي

وَكَثيراً في الضَميرِ

And little in meetings

So scarce in granting me a tryst,

And much in conscience

Yet ever dwelling in my soul,

لِم تَغَضَّبتَ عَلى عَب

دِكَ في خَطبٍ يَسيرِ

Why did you get angry with your

Why have you raged against your slave,

Servant over trivial matters

Over a matter slight and small?

فَاِرضَ عَنّي بِحَياتي

يا حَياتي وَأَميري

So be satisfied with me, by my life

Relent, I pray, by my own life,

O my life and my prince

O life of mine, my prince and lord.