وألوى إذا ما سار تحت لوائه

وألوى إذا ما سار تحت لوائه

فقامته واللحظ رمحٌ ولهذمُ

فقامته واللحظ رمحٌ ولهذمُ

And a haughty one—when he walks beneath his banner,

When he walks under his banner,

His stature is a spear, and his glance a keen blade.

His stance and gaze are a spear and a sword,

ولو لم تكن سحراً سيوف جفونهِ

ولو لم تكن سحراً سيوف جفونهِ

لما جرحت قلبي وفي خدّهِ الدم

لما جرحت قلبي وفي خدّهِ الدم

And if the swords of his eyelids were not magic,

And if his eyelids' swords were not magic,

They would not have wounded my heart, while the blood is on his cheek.

They would not have wounded my heart, with blood on his cheek,

وأعجبُ منها أنَّ مرآة وجههِ

وأعجبُ منها أنَّ مرآة وجههِ

أقابلها أبكي دماً وهي تبسم

أقابلها أبكي دماً وهي تبسم

And stranger than these is this: the mirror of his face—

And what amazes me more is that the mirror of his face,

I face it, weeping blood, while it smiles.

I face it crying blood while it smiles.