مُخجِلَ البدرِ في الفَلَكْ

قف قليلاً لنسألَكْ

You've put the full moon in the sky to shame

Stop for a moment, we ask of you

فلئن تِهتَ بالجما

ل علينا فحُقَّ لك

For if you get lost in beauty

You have every right to do so

يا شبيهَ الذي به

فُتِنَت حُرَّةُ المَلِك

O you who resemble him

For whom the king's maiden was infatuated

حين قدَّت قميصَه

ثم قالت فهَيتَ لك

When she tore his shirt

And then said, I am all yours