يا مَنْ بِفُؤَادِي نار وَجْدِي غَادَرْ

يا مَنْ بِفُؤَادِي نار وَجْدِي غَادَرْ

مَنْ قاس إليكَ حُسْنَهُ مَنْ فَاخَرْ

مَنْ قاس إليكَ حُسْنَهُ مَنْ فَاخَرْ

O you who left the fire of my longing in my heart,

Oh my desire, your beauty left my heart on fire

Who has compared his beauty to yours? Who has rivaled you?

None can compare, to your beauty so rare

لا تَخْشَ إِذَا ما قِيلَ هَذا حَسنٌ

لا تَخْشَ إِذَا ما قِيلَ هَذا حَسنٌ

عَنْ غَيْرِك فالشَّيْخُ غَدا شيْ آخَرْ

عَنْ غَيْرِك فالشَّيْخُ غَدا شيْ آخَرْ

Do not fear if it is said, “This one is handsome,”

Do not fear, if others appear fair

of someone other than you—for the old man has become something else.

For beauty fades, yours forever prevails