يا مُترَفاً يَمشي الهُوَينا غِرَّةً

يا مُترَفاً يَمشي الهُوَينا غِرَّةً

وَيَهُزُّ أَعطافَ القَضيبِ المورِقِ

وَيَهُزُّ أَعطافَ القَضيبِ المورِقِ

O pampered one, who walks gently, unsuspecting,

O you who walks arrogantly, strutting

And sways the flanks of the leafy bough,

And brandishing the polished riding-stick

جَمَعَت ذُؤابَتُهُ وَنورُ جَبينِهِ

جَمَعَت ذُؤابَتُهُ وَنورُ جَبينِهِ

بَينَ الدُجُنَّةِ وَالصَباحِ المُشرِقِ

بَينَ الدُجُنَّةِ وَالصَباحِ المُشرِقِ

His forelock and the light of his brow have brought together

His beauty and the light of his forehead gathered

The darkness of night and the radiant morning.

Between the darkness and the shining dawn

هَل كانَ عِندَكَ أَنَّ عِندي لَوعَةً

هَل كانَ عِندَكَ أَنَّ عِندي لَوعَةً

يَنبو لَها طَرفُ السِنانِ الأَزرَقِ

يَنبو لَها طَرفُ السِنانِ الأَزرَقِ

Did you know that I bear a burning anguish

Did you know that I have a burning anguish

Before which the point of the blue spearhead recoils?

For which the pupil of the blue eye mourns

طالَت مُراقَبَةُ الخَيالِ وَدونَهُ

طالَت مُراقَبَةُ الخَيالِ وَدونَهُ

رَعيُ الدُجى فَمَتى أَنامُ فَنَلتَقي

رَعيُ الدُجى فَمَتى أَنامُ فَنَلتَقي

Long have I watched for the phantom, and between me and it lies

Long has been my watching the imagination, while below it

A vigil through the dark—when shall I sleep, so we may meet,

The darkness grazes, so when shall we meet and unite

ما بَينَ نَحرٍ بِالدُموعِ مُقَلَّدٍ

ما بَينَ نَحرٍ بِالدُموعِ مُقَلَّدٍ

فَرَحاً وَجيدٍ بِالعِناقِ مُطَوَّقِ

فَرَحاً وَجيدٍ بِالعِناقِ مُطَوَّقِ

Between a breast adorned with a necklace of tears

Between a throat adorned with tears

Of joy, and a neck encircled by an embrace?

And a neck encircled with joyful embrace