عابَfound fault with العَواذِلُthe reproachers منin حَبِيبيmy beloved سُمْرَةًa dusky complexion
عابَ العَواذِلُ من حَبِيبي سُمْرَةً
كَلّاNot at all! فِرَنْدُdamask pattern السَّيفِof the sword لَيْسَis not بعائِبِهْa blemish on it
كَلّا فِرَنْدُ السَّيفِ لَيْسَ بعائِبِهْ
The reproachers faulted my beloved’s dusky complexion.
No! A sword’s damask pattern is no blemish on it.
لَمّاwhen جَرَىflowed ماءُwater النَّعيمِof bliss بِوَجْهِهِover his face
لَمّا جَرَى ماءُ النَّعيمِ بِوَجْهِهِ
لاحَتْappeared بِصَفْحتِهِupon its surface ظِلالُshadows ذَوائِبِهْof his locks
لاحَتْ بِصَفْحتِهِ ظِلالُ ذَوائِبِهْ
When the water of bliss flowed over his face,
The shadows of his locks appeared upon its surface.