وَمُهَفهَفٍ بَلَغَ المُنى بِصِفاتِهِ

وَمُهَفهَفٍ بَلَغَ المُنى بِصِفاتِهِ

حَرَكاتُ غُصنِ البانِ مِن حَرَكاتِهِ

حَرَكاتُ غُصنِ البانِ مِن حَرَكاتِهِ

And a slender youth who attained his wishes through his qualities;

With gentle swaying, the bending bough attained its wish through his attributes,

The bān bough takes its movements from his.

The movements of the supple branch are from his movements,

فَالشَمسُ تَخجَلُ مِن ضِياءِ جَبينِهِ

فَالشَمسُ تَخجَلُ مِن ضِياءِ جَبينِهِ

وَالجُلَّنارُ يَغارُ مِن وَجناتِهِ

وَالجُلَّنارُ يَغارُ مِن وَجناتِهِ

So the sun blushes at the radiance of his brow,

So the sun is shy before the brilliance of his forehead,

And the pomegranate blossom envies his cheeks.

And the bright full moon is jealous of his cheeks.

أَضحى الجَمالُ بِأَسرِهِ في أَسرِهِ

أَضحى الجَمالُ بِأَسرِهِ في أَسرِهِ

فَكَأَنَّ يوسُفَ حازَ بَعضَ صِفاتِهِ

فَكَأَنَّ يوسُفَ حازَ بَعضَ صِفاتِهِ

All beauty has become his captive,

Beauty in its entirety is captured in his captivity,

So it is as though Yusuf acquired some of his qualities.

So it's as if Joseph attained some of his attributes.

ما بانَ ماءُ الحُسنِ في سَكَناتِهِ

ما بانَ ماءُ الحُسنِ في سَكَناتِهِ

يا عاذِلي يَوماً وَلا حَرَكاتِهِ

يا عاذِلي يَوماً وَلا حَرَكاتِهِ

Beauty's lustre never left him in his stillness,

The water of beauty did not appear in his composure,

O my reproacher, nor ever in his movements.

Oh my reproacher someday, not even in his movements.

لا تَطمَعَن يا عاذِلي في سَلوَتي

لا تَطمَعَن يا عاذِلي في سَلوَتي

عَنهُ فَما أَسلوهُ لا وَحَياتِهِ

عَنهُ فَما أَسلوهُ لا وَحَياتِهِ

Do not ever hope, O my reproacher, that I shall forget

Do not hope, oh my reproacher, for my submission,

Him, for I shall not forget him—no, by his life!

For I will not submit to him, no, not even for his life.