اِصرِميني يا خِلقَةَ المِجدارِ

اِصرِميني يا خِلقَةَ المِجدارِ

وَصِليني بِطولِ بُعدِ المَزارِ

وَصِليني بِطولِ بُعدِ المَزارِ

Cut me off, O pox-scarred creature.

Take me to you, O beauty of the full moon,

And keep your bond with me by keeping your visits far away.

And unite me despite the distance of the shrine,

فَلَقَد سُمَيتي بِوَجهِكِ وَالوَص

فَلَقَد سُمَيتي بِوَجهِكِ وَالوَص

لِ قُروحاً أُعيتُ عَلى المِسبارِ

لِ قُروحاً أُعيتُ عَلى المِسبارِ

For [you have inflicted on me], with your face and union,

For I have been named after your face and the intimacy,

Sores [that defied] the probe.

To wounds I grew weary dressing at dawn.

ذَقنٌ ناقِصٌ وَأَنفٌ طَويلٌ

ذَقنٌ ناقِصٌ وَأَنفٌ طَويلٌ

وَجَبينٌ كَساجَةِ القُسطارِ

وَجَبينٌ كَساجَةِ القُسطارِ

A stunted chin and a long nose,

An imperfect chin and elongated nose,

And a forehead like an assayer’s board.

And a forehead like a carpenter's plane,

طالَ لَيلي بِها فَبِتُّ أُنادي

طالَ لَيلي بِها فَبِتُّ أُنادي

يا لَثارِثَ مُستَضاءِ النَهارِ

يا لَثارِثَ مُستَضاءِ النَهارِ

My night grew long because of her, so I spent it calling:

My night with her is long, so I stay up calling,

O for [vengeance for] the day’s light-giver!

O revenger of the illuminated day!

قامَةُ الفُصعُلِ الضَئيلِ وَكَفٌّ

قامَةُ الفُصعُلِ الضَئيلِ وَكَفٌّ

خِنصَراها كَذَينَقا قَصّارِ

خِنصَراها كَذَينَقا قَصّارِ

The stature of a puny young scorpion, and a hand—

The stance of the meager starling and a palm

Her two little fingers like a fuller’s [two beaters].

Whose wrists are like those of a coppersmith.