وَمَا فَيهِ مِنْ حُسْنٍ سِوَى أَنَّ طَرْفَهُ

وَمَا فَيهِ مِنْ حُسْنٍ سِوَى أَنَّ طَرْفَهُ

لِكُلِّ فُؤَادٍ في البَرِيَّةِ صَائِدُ

لِكُلِّ فُؤَادٍ في البَرِيَّةِ صَائِدُ

And he has no beauty, save that his gaze

is a hunter of every heart in creation;

وَأَنَّ مُحَيَّاهُ إِذَا قَابَلَ الدُّجَى

وَأَنَّ مُحَيَّاهُ إِذَا قَابَلَ الدُّجَى

أَنَارَ بِهِ جنح من الليلِ راكِدُ

أَنَارَ بِهِ جنح من الليلِ راكِدُ

and that, when his face meets the darkness,

a still stretch of night is lit by it;

وَأَنَّ ثَناياهُ نُجُومٌ لِبَدْرِهِ

وَأَنَّ ثَناياهُ نُجُومٌ لِبَدْرِهِ

وهُنَّ لِعقْدِ الحُسْنِ فِيهِ فَرائِدُ

وهُنَّ لِعقْدِ الحُسْنِ فِيهِ فَرائِدُ

and that his front teeth are stars to his full moon,

and in him they are the choice pearls of beauty's necklace.

فَكَمْ يَتَجَافَى خَصْرُهُ وَهْوَ نَاحِلٌ

فَكَمْ يَتَجَافَى خَصْرُهُ وَهْوَ نَاحِلٌ

وَكَمْ يَتَحَالَى رِيقُهُ وَهْوَ بارِدُ

وَكَمْ يَتَحَالَى رِيقُهُ وَهْوَ بارِدُ

And how often his waist draws away, though it is slender;

and how sweet his saliva grows, though it is cool!

وَكَمْ يَدَّعِي صَوْناً وَهذِي جُفُونُه

وَكَمْ يَدَّعِي صَوْناً وَهذِي جُفُونُه

بِفَتْرَتِهَا لِلعاشِقين تُواعِدُ

بِفَتْرَتِهَا لِلعاشِقين تُواعِدُ

And how often he claims chastity, yet these eyelids of his

with their languor promise lovers a tryst.