وَمُحَكَّمٍ في مُهجَتي

وَمُحَكَّمٍ في مُهجَتي

وَالجورُ في أَحكامِهِ

وَالجورُ في أَحكامِهِ

And one given sway over my heart,

With settled principles in my conscience

One who holds authority over my very soul,

And injustice lies in his judgments.

Though injustice governs his judgments

Yet whose decrees are fraught with tyranny;

قَوسُ المَنايا طَرفُهُ

قَوسُ المَنايا طَرفُهُ

وَاللَحظُ جُلُّ سِهامِهِ

وَاللَحظُ جُلُّ سِهامِهِ

His eye is the bow of death,

Death's bow aimed, the moment his arrow

His glance is the bow of destined death,

And glances make up most of his arrows.

While the glance, the sum of its missiles

And his looks constitute the bulk of its arrows.

إِنّي لَأَحسُدُ مَن يُمَت

إِنّي لَأَحسُدُ مَن يُمَت

تِعُ سَمعَهُ بِكَلامِهِ

تِعُ سَمعَهُ بِكَلامِهِ

Indeed, I envy whoever delights

I do envy he whose hearing feasts

Truly, I envy the one who delights

His hearing with his words,

On his words and verses' rhythms

His hearing with the sound of his words,

وَتَلَذَّذَت أَجفانُهُ

وَتَلَذَّذَت أَجفانُهُ

بِقُعودِهِ وَقِيامِهِ

بِقُعودِهِ وَقِيامِهِ

And whose eyelids have found delight

And whose eyes delight to witness him

And whose eyelids find sweet pleasure

In his sitting and his standing.

Sitting or standing, however he is

In watching him sit and rise.

أَصبَحتُ مِن حُبّي لَهُ

أَصبَحتُ مِن حُبّي لَهُ

أَلهو بِوَجهِ غُلامِهِ

أَلهو بِوَجهِ غُلامِهِ

Out of my love for him, I have come

For my love of him, I’ve come to be

I have become, out of my love for him,

To take pleasure in his boy's face.

Infatuated with his face, his beauty

Content to find solace in the face of his page.