وَما ظَفِرَت عَيني غَداةَ لَقيتُها

وَما ظَفِرَت عَيني غَداةَ لَقيتُها

بِشَيءٍ سِوى أَطرافِها وَالمَحاجِرِ

بِشَيءٍ سِوى أَطرافِها وَالمَحاجِرِ

And my eye, the morning I met her, caught no glimpse

And naught my eyes obtained when I met her

Of anything but her extremities and the hollows of her eyes.

Save her lashes and pupils, nothing further.

وَحَوراءَ مِن حورِ الجِنانِ غَريرَةٍ

وَحَوراءَ مِن حورِ الجِنانِ غَريرَةٍ

يَرى وَجهَهُ في وَجهِها كُلُّ ناظِرِ

يَرى وَجهَهُ في وَجهِها كُلُّ ناظِرِ

And an innocent, dark-eyed maiden, one of Paradise’s houris—

Like a houri of Paradise, charming, witty,

Every onlooker sees his own face in hers.

In her face each gazer his own face sees glitter.