ولرب أشقر قال نبت عذاره

ولرب أشقر قال نبت عذاره

يا عاشقيه ليس شقرته عجب

يا عاشقيه ليس شقرته عجب

And many a blond youth’s sprouting cheek-down said:

The blond has charms though his locks are not rare

O you who love him, its blondness is no wonder.

My fairest, believe me, his gold is not fair

أيكون طرسُ الخد من ياقوتةٍ

أيكون طرسُ الخد من ياقوتةٍ

ويخط فيها الحسن إلا بالذهب

ويخط فيها الحسن إلا بالذهب

Could the parchment of his cheek be made of ruby,

Can cheek be of ruby, pure red without stain

and Beauty write upon it with anything but gold?

And beauty write only with golden pen there