أَخْجَلْتَ بِالثَّغْرِ ثَنَايَا الأَقَاحْ

أَخْجَلْتَ بِالثَّغْرِ ثَنَايَا الأَقَاحْ

يَا طُرَّةَ الَّليْلِ وَوَجْهَ الصَّبَاحْ

يَا طُرَّةَ الَّليْلِ وَوَجْهَ الصَّبَاحْ

With your mouth you have put the daisies' teeth to shame,

You have shamed the buds with your lips,

O forelock of night and face of morning!

O face of the night and dawn.

وَأَعْجَمَتْ أَعْيُنُكَ السِّحْرَ مُذْ

وَأَعْجَمَتْ أَعْيُنُكَ السِّحْرَ مُذْ

أَعْرَبْتَ مِنْهُنَّ الصِّفَاتِ الصِّحَاحْ

أَعْرَبْتَ مِنْهُنَّ الصِّفَاتِ الصِّحَاحْ

And your eyes have struck magic dumb, ever since

And your eyes have cast a spell,

You made the true qualities plain through them.

Uttering from them pure words.

فَيا لَهَا سُودٌ مِرَاضٌ غَدَتْ

فَيا لَهَا سُودٌ مِرَاضٌ غَدَتْ

نَسُلُّ لِلْعُشْاقِ بِيضَ الصَّباحْ

نَسُلُّ لِلْعُشْاقِ بِيضَ الصَّباحْ

Ah, how dark and languid they have become!

So for it is the darkest of complexions

We unsheathe for lovers the white blades of morning.

That descended for lovers at dawn.

يِا لِلْهَوَى مِنْ مُسْعِدٍ مُغَرَمٍ

يِا لِلْهَوَى مِنْ مُسْعِدٍ مُغَرَمٍ

رَأَى حَمَامَ الأَيْكِ غَنَّى فَنَاحْ

رَأَى حَمَامَ الأَيْكِ غَنَّى فَنَاحْ

O love—what a lovesick sympathizer!

Oh what a lovesick, infatuated one,

He saw the grove's doves sing, and so he wailed.

Who saw the doves of the valley sing and take flight.

يَا بَانَةً مَالَتْ بِأَعْطَافِهِ

يَا بَانَةً مَالَتْ بِأَعْطَافِهِ

قَدْ عَلَّمَتْنِي كَيْفَ هَذَا الرِّمَاحْ

قَدْ عَلَّمَتْنِي كَيْفَ هَذَا الرِّمَاحْ

O bān-tree that swayed with his flanks,

O she who leaned with her neck,

She has indeed taught me what these spears are like.

You have taught me how to throw this spear.

وًَأَنْتِ يَا أَسْهُمَ أَلْحَاظِهِ

وًَأَنْتِ يَا أَسْهُمَ أَلْحَاظِهِ

أَثْخَنْتِ والله فُؤَادِي جِرَاحْ

أَثْخَنْتِ والله فُؤَادِي جِرَاحْ

And you, O arrows of his glances,

And you, O most fatal of his glances,

You have, by God, riddled my heart with wounds.

You have, by God, wounded my heart with gashes.