عُنُجُ اللَّحْظِ وَلِيْنُ المَنْطِقُ

عُنُجُ اللَّحْظِ وَلِيْنُ المَنْطِقُ

مَلَكَا قَلْبِي عَلَيَّ فَشَقِي

مَلَكَا قَلْبِي عَلَيَّ فَشَقِي

The deep black of her glance and the softness of her speech

have mastered my heart against me and left it wretched.

أَقْبَلَتْ تَهْتَزُّ فِي مِشْيَتِهَا

أَقْبَلَتْ تَهْتَزُّ فِي مِشْيَتِهَا

هِرَّةَ الغُصْنِ الرَّطِيْبِ المُورِقِ

هِرَّةَ الغُصْنِ الرَّطِيْبِ المُورِقِ

She came forward, swaying as she walked—

with the sway of a fresh, leafy bough.

فِي حَدَادٍ تَتَّقِي العَيْنَ بِهِ

فِي حَدَادٍ تَتَّقِي العَيْنَ بِهِ

وَلَقَدْ حُقَّ لَهَا أَنْ تَتَّقِي

وَلَقَدْ حُقَّ لَهَا أَنْ تَتَّقِي

Clad in mourning black, she wards off the evil eye with it;

and surely she has every right to guard against it.

هِيَ كَالْوَرْدَةِ فِي سَوْسَنَةٍ

هِيَ كَالْوَرْدَةِ فِي سَوْسَنَةٍ

أَوْ كَرَاحٍ فِي زُجَاجٍ أَزْرَقِ

أَوْ كَرَاحٍ فِي زُجَاجٍ أَزْرَقِ

She is like a rose within a lily,

or like wine within azure glass.