قَلبي بِعَزَّةَ ذاتِ العزِّ مفتون

قَلبي بِعَزَّةَ ذاتِ العزِّ مفتون

متَيّمٌ في الهوى العُذري مَحزونُ

متَيّمٌ في الهوى العُذري مَحزونُ

My heart is captivated by ʿAzza, she of honor,

My heart is enamored with the dignity of the dignified one

Enslaved by chaste love, sorrowful.

Yearning in chaste love, sorrowful

وما كَلِفْتُ بِحُبي عزَّة سَفَعاً

وما كَلِفْتُ بِحُبي عزَّة سَفَعاً

إلاَّ وعِزِّيَ في أمر الهوى هونُ

إلاَّ وعِزِّيَ في أمر الهوى هونُ

And never have I been consumed by scorching love for ʿAzza

And I was not tasked with my love as insolent pride

Without my honor, in love's affairs, becoming abasement.

Except my dignity in the matter of love is humiliated

بيضاءُ مصقولةُ الخدَّينِ ناعِمةٌ

بيضاءُ مصقولةُ الخدَّينِ ناعِمةٌ

كأنّها لؤلؤٌ في الخدر مَكنونُ

كأنّها لؤلؤٌ في الخدر مَكنونُ

Fair-skinned, with polished cheeks, soft,

White, smooth-cheeked, soft

As though she were a pearl concealed in the secluded chamber.

As if she is a pearl hidden in silk

حُسنٌ جرى قَلَمُ الباري فابَدَعهُ

حُسنٌ جرى قَلَمُ الباري فابَدَعهُ

خَطّاً تَحارُ لَمِرآهُ الدَّواوينُ

خَطّاً تَحارُ لَمِرآهُ الدَّواوينُ

A beauty—the Creator's pen flowed and fashioned it

A beauty which the Pen of the Creator innovated

As script whose sight leaves the registers bewildered.

In a line that confuses the registries

وَقَدُّها ألفٌ حُسناً وَمَبْسِمُها

وَقَدُّها ألفٌ حُسناً وَمَبْسِمُها

ميمٌ وحاجِبُها في شَكْله نونُ

ميمٌ وحاجِبُها في شَكْله نونُ

And her figure, in beauty, is an alif; her smiling mouth

Her nape is a thousand beauties, and her smile

A mīm; and her eyebrow, in its shape, a nūn.

Is the letter meem, and her eyebrows in their form are noon

وَصَدْغُها عِطفُه واوٌ وَمُقْلَتُها

وَصَدْغُها عِطفُه واوٌ وَمُقْلَتُها

صادٌ وَطُرَِّتُها من شَعِرها سين

صادٌ وَطُرَِّتُها من شَعِرها سين

And the curve of her temple-lock is a wāw; her eye

Her cheek is its curve, wow, and her eyelashes

A ṣād; and the fringe of her hair, a sīn.

Saad, and the fringe of her hair from it is seen