يا ثَغْرَهُ المَحْمِيَّ مِنْه بِنَابِلٍ

يا ثَغْرَهُ المَحْمِيَّ مِنْه بِنَابِلٍ

مِنْ طَرْفِهِ وَبسائِفٍ مِنْ خَدّهِ

مِنْ طَرْفِهِ وَبسائِفٍ مِنْ خَدّهِ

O his mouth, guarded by an archer of his—

O mouth that burns me with its fangs,

From his gaze, and by a swordsman from his cheek,

With glances from its corners and locks from its cheek,

وَبِمُتْرفٍ مِنْ صُدْغهِ وَبِناصِرٍ

وَبِمُتْرفٍ مِنْ صُدْغهِ وَبِناصِرٍ

مِنْ خالهِ وَبِعامِلٍ مِنْ قَدِّهِ

مِنْ خالهِ وَبِعامِلٍ مِنْ قَدِّهِ

And by a pampered one from his temple, and a champion

With a dimple from its temple and a half-moon from its mole,

From his beauty mark, and by a spear-shaft from his stature—

And a wrist like a tender branch.

أرْفُقْ بِما فَعلَ الغَرامُ فَقدْ أَتى

أرْفُقْ بِما فَعلَ الغَرامُ فَقدْ أَتى

حَظُّ العِذَارِ مُوقَّعاً في رَدِّهِ

حَظُّ العِذَارِ مُوقَّعاً في رَدِّهِ

Be gentle with what passion has wrought, for there has come

Have mercy on one passion has undone,

The cheek-down’s share, endorsed in his reply.

For the brand of love is stamped upon his heart.