وَمُهَفهَفٍ لِما اِكتَسَت وَجَناتُهُ

وَمُهَفهَفٍ لِما اِكتَسَت وَجَناتُهُ

حُلَلَ المَلاحَةِ طُرِّزَت بِعَذارِهِ

حُلَلَ المَلاحَةِ طُرِّزَت بِعَذارِهِ

And a slender youth—when his cheeks donned

And he lightly sways to what his branches gained,

the robes of beauty, they were embroidered with his cheek-down.

His garments hemmed with blossoming pearls.

لَما اِنتُصِرتُ عَلى عَظيمِ جَفائِهِ

لَما اِنتُصِرتُ عَلى عَظيمِ جَفائِهِ

بِالقَلبِ كانَ القَلبُ مِن أَنصارِهِ

بِالقَلبِ كانَ القَلبُ مِن أَنصارِهِ

When I sought to prevail over his great coldness

When I prevailed over his great disdain,

with my heart, my heart was among his allies.

My heart stood by me against his whirls.

كَمُلَت مَحاسِنُ وَجهِهِ فَكَأَنَّما اِق

كَمُلَت مَحاسِنُ وَجهِهِ فَكَأَنَّما اِق

تَبَسَ الهِلالُ النورَ مِن أَنوارِهِ

تَبَسَ الهِلالُ النورَ مِن أَنوارِهِ

The beauties of his face were perfected, so it was as though

His face's beauty seemed complete, as though

the crescent had borrowed its light from his radiance.

The crescent gleamed with light from his curls.

وَإِذا أَلَحَّ القَلبُ في هِجرانهِ

وَإِذا أَلَحَّ القَلبُ في هِجرانهِ

قالَ الهَوى لا بُدَّ مِنهُ فَدارِهِ

قالَ الهَوى لا بُدَّ مِنهُ فَدارِهِ

And when my heart insists on forsaking him,

And when my heart insisted on his disdain,

Love says, 'There is no doing without him, so humor him.'

Passion said I must yield to his twirls.