وَأَهيَفٍ ان تَثَنّى

وَأَهيَفٍ ان تَثَنّى

فَكُلُّهُ حَرَكاتُ

فَكُلُّهُ حَرَكاتُ

And a slender-waisted one—if he sways,

And how graceful his every slight bend,

then his whole being is movement.

Each and all but the restless play

لِطَرفِهِ غابُ جَفنٍ

لِطَرفِهِ غابُ جَفنٍ

لُيوثُهُ اللَحَظاتُ

لُيوثُهُ اللَحَظاتُ

His gaze has an eyelid for a forest;

Of his lids where yearning has set

its lions are the glances.

Its lair and its painful array.

سُبلُ المَلاحَةِ مِنهُ

سُبلُ المَلاحَةِ مِنهُ

تَضِلُّ فيها الصِفاتُ

تَضِلُّ فيها الصِفاتُ

The paths of loveliness from him—

The paths of perception in him

descriptions lose their way within them.

Lead astray other men’s qualities.