صبٌّ بحسنِ متيمٍ صبِّ

صبٌّ بحسنِ متيمٍ صبِّ

حُبّيهِ فوق نهايةِ الحبِّ

حُبّيهِ فوق نهايةِ الحبِّ

I am lovesick for the beauty of a love-enthralled, lovesick one.

My passion for the beauty of Mutim is extreme,

My love for him surpasses the utmost limit of love.

My love for him surpasses the bounds of love.

أَشكو إِليه جورَ مقلته

أَشكو إِليه جورَ مقلته

فيقولُ موتُك أَيْسرُ الخَطْبِ

فيقولُ موتُك أَيْسرُ الخَطْبِ

I complain to him of the cruelty of his eye;

I complain to him of the tyranny of my glance,

So he says, “Your death is the least of troubles.”

And he says, “Your death would be the easier fate.”

فإِذا نظرتُ إِلى محاسنهِ

فإِذا نظرتُ إِلى محاسنهِ

أَخْرَجْتُه عُطْلاً من الذَّنْبِ

أَخْرَجْتُه عُطْلاً من الذَّنْبِ

Then, when I look upon his charms,

When I look upon his charms,

I absolve him, leaving him bare of guilt.

I exonerate him from all blame.

أَدمَيْتُ بِاللحَظاتِ وَجْنَتَهُ

أَدمَيْتُ بِاللحَظاتِ وَجْنَتَهُ

فَاقتصَّ ناظرُهُ مِنَ القَلْبِ

فَاقتصَّ ناظرُهُ مِنَ القَلْبِ

I made his cheek bleed with my glances;

I have stained his cheek red with glances,

So his eye took revenge upon my heart.

And his look has avenged itself upon my heart.