أَتَتكَ بِلَونِ المُحِبِّ الخَجِل

أَتَتكَ بِلَونِ المُحِبِّ الخَجِل

تُخالِطُ لَونَ المُحِبِّ الوَجِل

تُخالِطُ لَونَ المُحِبِّ الوَجِل

They came to you in the bashful lover’s hue,

She came to you with the bashful lover's hue

mingling with the hue of the fearful lover:

Mixing with the sleepless lover's complexion too

ثِمارٌ تَضَمَّنَ إِدراكَها

ثِمارٌ تَضَمَّنَ إِدراكَها

هَواءٌ أَحاطَ بِها مُعتَدِل

هَواءٌ أَحاطَ بِها مُعتَدِل

fruits whose ripening was ensured

Fruits that included realizing them

by the temperate air that surrounded them.

An air surrounded them temperate and true

تَأَتّى لِإِلطافِ تَدريجِها

تَأَتّى لِإِلطافِ تَدريجِها

فَمِن حَرِّ شَمسٍ إِلى بَردِ ظِلّ

فَمِن حَرِّ شَمسٍ إِلى بَردِ ظِلّ

It took care to nurture them by degrees:

She came to gently unfold her stages

from the sun’s heat to the coolness of shade,

From sun's heat to the coolness of shade

إِلى أَن تَناهَت شِفاءَ العَليلِ

إِلى أَن تَناهَت شِفاءَ العَليلِ

وَأُنسَ المَشوقِ وَلَهوَ الغَزِل

وَأُنسَ المَشوقِ وَلَهوَ الغَزِل

until they reached perfection—a cure for the ailing,

Until she ended the healing of the ailing one

and solace for the yearning lover, and delight for the amorous.

And brought joy to the longing one and the flirtation of the amorous one

فَلَو تَجمُدُ الراحُ لَم تَعدُها

فَلَو تَجمُدُ الراحُ لَم تَعدُها

وَإِن هِيَ ذابَت فَخَمرٌ تَحِلّ

وَإِن هِيَ ذابَت فَخَمرٌ تَحِلّ

So, were wine to congeal, it would not surpass them;

If the wine would freeze she wouldn't make it stay

and if they melted, they would be lawful wine.

And if it melted it's a wine that comes into bloom

لَها مَنظَرٌ حَسَنٌ في العُيونِ

لَها مَنظَرٌ حَسَنٌ في العُيونِ

كَدُنياكَ لَكِنَّهُ مُنتَقِل

كَدُنياكَ لَكِنَّهُ مُنتَقِل

Their appearance is lovely to the eye,

She has a beautiful sight in the eyes

like your worldly life, yet it is fleeting.

Like your world but it is fleeting

وَطَعمٌ يَلَذُّ لِمَن ذاقَهُ

وَطَعمٌ يَلَذُّ لِمَن ذاقَهُ

كَلِذَّةِ ذِكراكَ لَو لَم يُمَلّ

كَلِذَّةِ ذِكراكَ لَو لَم يُمَلّ

And a flavor delightful to whoever tastes it,

And a taste that delights whoever tastes it

like the pleasure of remembering you—if it did not pall.

Like the sweetness of remembering you if it doesn't become insipid

وَرَيّا إِذا نَفَحَت خِلتُها

وَرَيّا إِذا نَفَحَت خِلتُها

تُمِلُّ ثَناءَكَ أَو تَستَهِلّ

تُمِلُّ ثَناءَكَ أَو تَستَهِلّ

And a fragrance: when it wafts, I imagine it

And a scent when it's aroma blows

dictating your praise, or beginning to proclaim it.

It makes your praise boring or it fades

يُمَثِّلُ مَلمَسُها لِلأَكُفِّ

يُمَثِّلُ مَلمَسُها لِلأَكُفِّ

لينَ زَمانِكَ أَو يَمتَثِل

لينَ زَمانِكَ أَو يَمتَثِل

To the palms, their touch portrays

Her touch represents to the palms

the softness of your days—or imitates it.

The softness of your times or it conforms

صَفَوتُ فَأَدلَلتُ في عَرضِها

صَفَوتُ فَأَدلَلتُ في عَرضِها

وَمَن يَصفُ مِنهُ الهَوى فَليُدِلّ

وَمَن يَصفُ مِنهُ الهَوى فَليُدِلّ

My affection was pure, so I took the liberty of offering them;

An elite so I have indulged describing it

and whoever’s love is pure, let him take such liberties.

And whoever describes it let him point

قَبولُكَها نِعمَةٌ غَضَّةٌ

قَبولُكَها نِعمَةٌ غَضَّةٌ

وَفَضلٌ بِما قَبلَهُ مُتَّصِل

وَفَضلٌ بِما قَبلَهُ مُتَّصِل

Your acceptance of them is a fresh favor,

Accepting it is an untainted grace

and a kindness linked with what came before it.

And a favor connected to what preceded it

وَلَوكُنتُ أَهدَيتُ نَفسي اِختَصَر

وَلَوكُنتُ أَهدَيتُ نَفسي اِختَصَر

تُ عَلى أَنَّها غايَةُ المُحتَفِل

تُ عَلى أَنَّها غايَةُ المُحتَفِل

And had I offered my own soul, I would have fallen short,

If I were to give myself I'd summarize

though it is the utmost a devoted giver can offer.

That she is the aim of the most joyous celebrant