وَمُهَفهَفٍ يَجرِي بِصَفحَةِ خَدِّهِ

وَمُهَفهَفٍ يَجرِي بِصَفحَةِ خَدِّهِ

وَلَماهُ مِن ماءِ الحَياةِ عُبابُهُ

وَلَماهُ مِن ماءِ الحَياةِ عُبابُهُ

And a slender youth—there flows across his cheek

With cheeks softly blowing like meadows in the wind

and his dusky lips the surging tide of the water of life.

And the water of life flowing from his lips

مازالَ يَهتِكُ بِاللِّحاظِ قُلُوبَنا

مازالَ يَهتِكُ بِاللِّحاظِ قُلُوبَنا

حَتّى تَضَرَّجَ طَرفُهُ وَثِيابُهُ

حَتّى تَضَرَّجَ طَرفُهُ وَثِيابُهُ

He kept rending our hearts with glances,

He continues to steal our hearts from their sheaths

until his eye and his garments were stained crimson.

Until his eyes overflow and his garment is drenched

فَغَدا بِحُمرَةِ ذا وَحُمرَةِ هذِهِ

فَغَدا بِحُمرَةِ ذا وَحُمرَةِ هذِهِ

كَالسَّيفِ يَدمَى حَدُّهُ وَقِرابُهُ

كَالسَّيفِ يَدمَى حَدُّهُ وَقِرابُهُ

So, with the redness of the one and the redness of the other, he became

So it was that his cheek took on the redness of this one

like a sword whose edge and sheath bleed.

And the redness of that one, like a sword bloodied at its edge and scabbard