قَد صَنَّفَ الحُسنُ في خَدَّيكَ جَوهَرُهُ

قَد صَنَّفَ الحُسنُ في خَدَّيكَ جَوهَرُهُ

وَفيهِ قَد خَلَّفَ التُفاحُ أَحمَرَهُ

وَفيهِ قَد خَلَّفَ التُفاحُ أَحمَرَهُ

Beauty has arrayed its jewels upon your cheeks,

Beauty has crafted its jewels upon your cheeks

And there the apple has left its red hue.

Whereupon applies rouge the apple

وَكُلُّ حُسنٍ فَمِن عَينَيكَ أَوَّلُهُ

وَكُلُّ حُسنٍ فَمِن عَينَيكَ أَوَّلُهُ

مُذ خَطَّ هاروتُ في عَينَيكَ عَسكَرَهُ

مُذ خَطَّ هاروتُ في عَينَيكَ عَسكَرَهُ

And all beauty has its beginning in your eyes,

And all beauty stems first from your eyes

Since Harut drew up his army in your eyes.

Since Harut designed his armies in your eyes

وَكانَ خَدُّكَ دَهراً مُشرِقاً يَقَقاً

وَكانَ خَدُّكَ دَهراً مُشرِقاً يَقَقاً

فَمُذ تَمَكَّنَ فيهِ اللَحظُ عَصفَرَهُ

فَمُذ تَمَكَّنَ فيهِ اللَحظُ عَصفَرَهُ

Your cheek was long radiant and pure white,

And your cheeks once shone bright, flawless

But since the gaze took hold there, it has dyed it with safflower.

But since the glance took control, it paled them

قَلبي رَهينٌ بِكَفَّي شادِنٍ غَنِجٍ

قَلبي رَهينٌ بِكَفَّي شادِنٍ غَنِجٍ

يُميتُهُ وَإِذا ما شاءَ أَنشَرَهُ

يُميتُهُ وَإِذا ما شاءَ أَنشَرَهُ

My heart is captive in the hands of a coquettish young gazelle,

My heart is hostage to the hands of a willful coquette

Who kills it and, whenever he wishes, brings it back to life.

Who kills it then restores it whenever she desires