أَمَحْبُوبَ قَلْبِي قَدْ تَنَاهَى سُرُورُهُ

أَمَحْبُوبَ قَلْبِي قَدْ تَنَاهَى سُرُورُهُ

فَبَانَتْ فَأَزْرَتْ بِالْجُمَانِ ثُغُورُهُ

فَبَانَتْ فَأَزْرَتْ بِالْجُمَانِ ثُغُورُهُ

Is this my heart’s beloved, whose joy has reached its height,

My beloved's heart's joy has reached its limit

O beloved of my heart, its joy has reached its zenith,

whose teeth have appeared and put pearls to shame?

Its thrills have appeared, adorned with pearls

When his smiling lips appeared, putting pearls to shame.

أَ ذَلِكَ أَمْ دُرُّ الْبَيَانِ مُنَظَّماً

أَ ذَلِكَ أَمْ دُرُّ الْبَيَانِ مُنَظَّماً

فَأَسْلاَكُهُ أَسْطَارُهُ شُطُورُهُ

فَأَسْلاَكُهُ أَسْطَارُهُ شُطُورُهُ

Is it that, or pearls of eloquence strung together,

Is it that or prose of eloquence composed

Is it truly so, or are these the strung pearls of eloquence,

whose strings are its lines, its half-verses?

With its lines and verses in order?

Whose threads are its written lines and hemistichs?

أَجَلْ إِنَّهُ قَوْلُ الأَدِيبِ وَإِنَّهُ

أَجَلْ إِنَّهُ قَوْلُ الأَدِيبِ وَإِنَّهُ

لَضَوْءُ كَلاَمِ الْمُحْسِنِينَ وَنُورُهُ

لَضَوْءُ كَلاَمِ الْمُحْسِنِينَ وَنُورُهُ

Yes, it is the man of letters’ speech, and indeed it is

Yes, it's the words of the literary man and it is

Yes, indeed! It is the discourse of the man of letters, and truly,

the radiance of the speech of those who excel, and its light.

The light and brilliance of fair speakers' discourse

It is the glowing light and radiance of the words of the excellent.