أهواهI love him أغيدsupple and graceful ساجيlanguid المقلتينthe two eyes إذاwhen
أهواه أغيد ساجي المقلتين إذا
رناhe gazes فماthen … not الظبيthe gazelle فيin شيءٍanything منof الكحلnatural darkness around the eyes
رنا فما الظبي في شيءٍ من الكحل
I love him—supple, languid-eyed; when
I love him whose eyelids flow with tears when
He gazes, the gazelle has nothing of such dark-eyed beauty.
he sings. Not the antelope has anything of kohl.
كمhow often جادلتargued with طرفهhis glance الأحشاءthe entrails فانقطعتthen they were cut off
كم جادلت طرفه الأحشاء فانقطعت
ماnot حجةthe argument السيفof the sword إلاexcept حجةthe argument البطلof the champion
ما حجة السيف إلا حجة البطل
How often the entrails argued with his glance, only to be cut short!
How often his glance contends with the vitals, then departs.
The sword's argument is none but the champion's argument.
No plea has the sword but the plea of the hero.