وَافَى بأَحْمَرَ كَالشَّقِيقِ وَقَدْ غَدَا

وَافَى بأَحْمَرَ كَالشَّقِيقِ وَقَدْ غَدَا

يَهْتَزُّ فِيهِ بِقَامَةٍ هَيْفَاءِ

يَهْتَزُّ فِيهِ بِقَامَةٍ هَيْفَاءِ

He arrived in red, like an anemone, and was now

He came in red like a poppy, and dawn had appeared,

Swaying in it with a slender-waisted figure.

Swaying in it with a slender, bending form.

فَعَجِبْتُ مِنْهُ وَقَدْ غَدَا فِي حُلَّةٍ

فَعَجِبْتُ مِنْهُ وَقَدْ غَدَا فِي حُلَّةٍ

حَمُرَاءَ إذْ مَا زَالَ فِي سَوْدائِي

حَمُرَاءَ إذْ مَا زَالَ فِي سَوْدائِي

So I marveled at him, now dressed in a robe

I was amazed at him as he appeared wearing

Of red, for he was still in my heart’s dark core.

A red garment, though he was still in my black clothes.