أَما تَرى النَرجِسَ المَيّاسَ يَلحَظُنا

أَما تَرى النَرجِسَ المَيّاسَ يَلحَظُنا

أَلحاظَ ذي فَرَحٍ بِالعَتبِ مَسرورِ

أَلحاظَ ذي فَرَحٍ بِالعَتبِ مَسرورِ

Do you not see the swaying narcissus glancing at us,

Don't you see the narcissus gazing at us

With the glances of one joyful, delighted by reproach?

With looks of joy and coquetry

كَأَنَّ أَحداقَها في حُسنِ صورَتِها

كَأَنَّ أَحداقَها في حُسنِ صورَتِها

مَداهِنُ التَبرِ في أَوراقِ كافورِ

مَداهِنُ التَبرِ في أَوراقِ كافورِ

As though its eyes, in the beauty of their form,

As if its dark eyes in the beauty of its form

Were oil vessels of gold amid petals of camphor.

Were kohl pencils in camphor leaves

كَأَنَّ طَلَّ النَدى فيهِ لِمُبصِرِهِ

كَأَنَّ طَلَّ النَدى فيهِ لِمُبصِرِهِ

دَمعٌ تَرَقرَقَ مِن أَجفانِ مَهجورِ

دَمعٌ تَرَقرَقَ مِن أَجفانِ مَهجورِ

As though the fine dew on it, to one who beholds it,

As if the dew dripping on it for its observer

Were tears that welled from the eyelids of one forsaken.

Were tears welling from forsaken eyelids