بِأبِي آسُ عِذارٍ وقَفَا

بِأبِي آسُ عِذارٍ وقَفَا

فِي شَقِيقِ الخَدْ

فِي شَقِيقِ الخَدْ

May my father be ransom for the myrtle of cheek-down that stood

By the honor of morning's delights, stop

amid the cheek’s anemone.

On the cheek's radiant light

لامُهُ أبْدتْ لِراءٍ ألِفَا

لامُهُ أبْدتْ لِراءٍ ألِفَا

كَيْف يُجْنَى الوردْ

كَيْف يُجْنَى الوردْ

Its lām revealed an alif to a beholder—

Its glances have forever shone to the observant and concealed

how can the rose be plucked?

How can the rose be plucked

وَبِوَاوِ الصُّدْغِ قَلْباً عَطَفَا

وَبِوَاوِ الصُّدْغِ قَلْباً عَطَفَا

فَعَلاَمَ الصَّدْ

فَعَلاَمَ الصَّدْ

And with the temple’s wāw it swayed a heart—

When in the curve of cheeks lives a tender heart?

so why the rebuff?

What use is such remoteness?