بِنَفسي مَن يُعَذِّبُني هَواهُ

كَذاكَ وَلَيسَ لي أَمَلٌ سِواهُ

With my soul he torments me, his love

I ransom my soul for the one whose love is my torture,

Thus is it, and I have no hope but him

For thus it is, and I have no hope but in him.

يَتيهِ عَلى العِبادِ بِحُسنِ وَجهٍ

وَشَعرٍ قَد أُطيلَ عَلى قَفاهُ

He wanders among the servants with a beautiful face

He walks proud among men with the beauty of his face,

And hair that flows long over his nape

And hair allowed to lengthen down his nape,

وَأَصداغٍ يُرَصِّفُها أَميري

عَلى خَدٍّ تَلَألَأُ وَجنَتاهُ

And temples that my prince arranges

And temple-locks that my prince arranges with care

Over a cheek that glitters and its moles

Upon a cheek whose contours radiantly shimmer.

بَراهُ اللَهُ مِن ذَهَبٍ وَدُرٍّ

فَأَحسَنَ خَلقَهُ لَمّا بَراهُ

God created him of gold and pearls

God fashioned him from pure gold and pearls,

And perfected his creation when He created him

And made beautiful his nature when He gave him form.

فَلَمّا خَطَّهُ بَشَراً سَوِيّاً

حَذا حورَ الجِنانِ عَلى حِذاهُ

So when He destined him a well-proportioned man

So when He designed him as a flawless human,

He made the houris of Paradise envy him

He modeled the Houris of Paradise upon his pattern.