مَرادُ عينك منه بينَ شمسِ ضُحىً

مَرادُ عينك منه بينَ شمسِ ضُحىً

وناعمٍ من غصون البانِ ريَّانِ

وناعمٍ من غصون البانِ ريَّانِ

What your eye seeks in him lies between a midmorning sun

The intent of your eyes toward it between the radiant sun of morning,

And a tender, well-watered branch of the bān tree.

And soft from the dripping branches of frankincense,

خَفَّتْ أعاليه والتفت أسافِلُهُ

خَفَّتْ أعاليه والتفت أسافِلُهُ

كأَنَّما صاغَ نِصْفَيْهِ لُبانانِ

كأَنَّما صاغَ نِصْفَيْهِ لُبانانِ

His upper parts are slender, his lower parts closely entwined,

Its tips lightened and its base turned

As though two Lubāns had fashioned his two halves.

As if its two halves were cast by frankincense.