يا ظَبيُ يا اِبنَ سِيارٍ

يا ظَبيُ يا اِبنَ سِيارٍ

وَزَينَ صَفِّ القِيانِ

وَزَينَ صَفِّ القِيانِ

O gazelle, O son of Siyar,

O young gazelle, son of the wilderness

O gazelle, O son of Siyar,

And adornment of the row of singing slave girls!

Adorning the line of does

And adornment of the ranks of singing maidens,

خُلِقتَ في الحُسنِ فَرداً

خُلِقتَ في الحُسنِ فَرداً

فَما لِحُسنِكَ ثانِ

فَما لِحُسنِكَ ثانِ

You were created peerless in beauty;

You were created uniquely beautiful

You were fashioned singular in beauty,

So your beauty has no equal.

Your beauty has no equal

So that your loveliness has no second;

كَأَنَّما أَنتَ شَيءٌ

كَأَنَّما أَنتَ شَيءٌ

حَوى جَميعَ المَعاني

حَوى جَميعَ المَعاني

It is as though you are a thing

As if you were a being

As though you were an essence

That has encompassed all meanings.

Encompassing all meanings

That encompasses all qualities of grace;

لِيَنعَتَنَّكَ وَهمي

لِيَنعَتَنَّكَ وَهمي

إِن كَلَّ عَنكَ لِساني

إِن كَلَّ عَنكَ لِساني

Let my imagination surely describe you,

So that my imagination might attribute to you

Let my imagination describe you,

If my tongue falters in describing you.

If my tongue falls short of describing you

If my tongue grows weary of the task.