أقسمت ما سجعت ورق الحمائم في

أقسمت ما سجعت ورق الحمائم في

روض على مثل عطفيها ولا صدحت

روض على مثل عطفيها ولا صدحت

I swear, the gray doves have never cooed in

I swear I have not embellished the dove's paper

A garden upon anything like her curves, nor sung.

In a garden with anything like her shoulders or clearness of voice

وكلما اعتدلت بالميل قامتها

وكلما اعتدلت بالميل قامتها

رأيتها فوق حسن الغصن قد رجحت

رأيتها فوق حسن الغصن قد رجحت

And whenever her figure stood poised in its sway,

And whenever she straightens up with a tilt,

I saw her surpass the bough in beauty.

I see above the beauty of the branch she leans

وما اكتسى خدها من لؤلؤٍ عرقاً

وما اكتسى خدها من لؤلؤٍ عرقاً

لكنها وردةٌ بالطل قد رشحت

لكنها وردةٌ بالطل قد رشحت

Nor was her cheek clothed in pearls of sweat;

Nor has her cheek been adorned by a pearl’s sweat

Rather, she was a rose that had exuded dew.

Rather she is a rose moistened by dew