وترى شقائقَها خلالَ رِياضِها

وترى شقائقَها خلالَ رِياضِها

أوفتْ مطارِفُهَا على أزهارِها

أوفتْ مطارِفُهَا على أزهارِها

And you see its anemones amid its gardens,

Her anemones peek through her gardens

their bordered cloaks rising above its flowers.

Her eyelids have veiled over her flowers

وكأنَّها والريحُ يصقلُ خَدَّها

وكأنَّها والريحُ يصقلُ خَدَّها

والسُّحْبُ تملؤُها بصَوبِ قَطارِهَا

والسُّحْبُ تملؤُها بصَوبِ قَطارِهَا

And they seem, as the wind polishes their cheeks,

As if the wind were polishing her cheek

and the clouds fill them with their pouring rain,

And the clouds filling her with the rain of her trains

أقداحُ ياقوتٍ لطافٌ أُتْرِعَتْ

أقداحُ ياقوتٍ لطافٌ أُتْرِعَتْ

راحاً فباتَ المِسْكُ سُؤرَ قرارِهَا

راحاً فباتَ المِسْكُ سُؤرَ قرارِهَا

delicate ruby goblets filled to the brim

Goblets of ruby gently asleep

with wine, and so musk lay as residue at their bottoms.

Their fragrance remains in her abode

وكأنَّها وَجَناتُ غيدٍ أحدَقَتْ

وكأنَّها وَجَناتُ غيدٍ أحدَقَتْ

بخدُودِها حُمْراً خطوطُ عِذارِها

بخدُودِها حُمْراً خطوطُ عِذارِها

And they seem like the cheeks of slender beauties; encircling

As if she were gardens of lilies staring

their crimson cheeks are the lines of their cheek-down.

With cheeks red, the lines of her chastity