لَبِقُ القَدِّ لَذيذُ المُعتَنَق

لَبِقُ القَدِّ لَذيذُ المُعتَنَق

يُشبِهُ البَدرَ إِذا البَدرُ اِتَّسَق

يُشبِهُ البَدرَ إِذا البَدرُ اِتَّسَق

Graceful of figure, delightful to embrace;

The nape of his neck is soft, embracing him is blissful

Graceful of stature, delightful to embrace,

he resembles the full moon when it reaches its fullness.

He resembles the full moon in its brightness

Likeness of the moon when its circle is complete.

مُثقَلُ الرِدفِ إِذا وَلّى حَكى

مُثقَلُ الرِدفِ إِذا وَلّى حَكى

موثَقاً في القَيدِ يَمشي في زَلَق

موثَقاً في القَيدِ يَمشي في زَلَق

Heavy of haunch, when he turns away, he resembles

Heavy-thighed when he turns his walk tells

Weighted in the hips—when he turns away, he moves

one bound in fetters, walking on slippery ground.

As though fettered in chains he steps on slippery ground

Like a fettered captive treading on slippery ground.

وَإِذا أَقبَلَ كادَت أَعيُنٌ

وَإِذا أَقبَلَ كادَت أَعيُنٌ

نَحوَهُ تَجرَحُ فيهِ بِالحَدَق

نَحوَهُ تَجرَحُ فيهِ بِالحَدَق

And when he approaches, eyes nearly

And when he comes it's as if eyes

And when he draws near, the eyes of beholders

wound him with their pupils as they gaze toward him.

Were pierced by his compelling gaze

Almost wound him with the piercing of their gaze.

هُوَ في عَيني جَديدٌ دائِماً

هُوَ في عَيني جَديدٌ دائِماً

وَسِواهُ الدَهرُ في عَيني خَلَق

وَسِواهُ الدَهرُ في عَيني خَلَق

He is always fresh in my eyes,

To me he is ever fresh, ever new

He is, within my sight, forever fresh and new,

and, apart from him, the world is threadbare in my eyes.

The rest of creation to me is trite dregs

While all else in the world seems worn and old.