يا ذا الذي خطَّ الجمالُ بخَدِّهِ

يا ذا الذي خطَّ الجمالُ بخَدِّهِ

خَطَّينِ هاجا لوعةً وبَلابِلا

خَطَّينِ هاجا لوعةً وبَلابِلا

O you on whose cheek beauty traced

O you whose cheek beauty has traced

two lines that stirred burning longing and turmoil.

Two lines kindling intense ardour and unrest,

ما صَحَّ عِندي أنَّ لحظَكَ صارمٌ

ما صَحَّ عِندي أنَّ لحظَكَ صارمٌ

حتّى لَبِسْتَ بِعارِضَيكَ حَمائلا

حتّى لَبِسْتَ بِعارِضَيكَ حَمائلا

I was not convinced that your glance was a keen sword

My eyes never believed that your glance was stern

until you wore sword-belts on both your cheeks.

Until you donned the veils over your brow.