جَمالٌ يَفُوتُ الوهمَ في غايَةِ الفِكرِ

جَمالٌ يَفُوتُ الوهمَ في غايَةِ الفِكرِ

وطَرْفٌ إذا ما فاهَ يَنْطقُ بالسِّحْرِ

وطَرْفٌ إذا ما فاهَ يَنْطقُ بالسِّحْرِ

A beauty that surpasses imagination at thought's furthest reach,

A beauty beyond imagination's grasp

And a gaze that, whenever it speaks, speaks with magic;

An eye whose glance when uttered, speaks magic

وَوجهٌ أَعارَ البَدرَ حُلَّة حاسِدٍ

وَوجهٌ أَعارَ البَدرَ حُلَّة حاسِدٍ

فَمِنْهُ الَّذِي يسْوَدُّ في صَفْحَةِ البَدْرِ

فَمِنْهُ الَّذِي يسْوَدُّ في صَفْحَةِ البَدْرِ

And a face that lent the full moon an envious one's robe—

A face that shames the moon, robed in envy's dress

So from it comes what turns black upon the full moon's face.

Who else but he would darken the moon's face?