سَرى عائِفاً مِن عُرفهِ وَحُليهِ

سَرى عائِفاً مِن عُرفهِ وَحُليهِ

فَأَمنهَ زيُّ السُرى عَن حُجولِهِ

فَأَمنهَ زيُّ السُرى عَن حُجولِهِ

He journeyed by night, recoiling from his mane and ornaments.

He set forth, leaving behind his campsite and belongings,

So the garb of night travel kept him safe from his anklets.

And the radiance of his journey made him forget their loss.

صَحباً ثُمَّ أَصبحتُ شاكِياً

صَحباً ثُمَّ أَصبحتُ شاكِياً

وَشُكرُ جَميل الوَجهِ جَحد جَميلهِ

وَشُكرُ جَميل الوَجهِ جَحد جَميلهِ

Companions—then I became a complainer.

At first I was his companion, then the next morning, I complained -

And thanking the fair-faced one is denying his kindness.

Yet to deny the beauty of his face is to deny all beauty.