مِنَ الخَفِراتِ البيضِ أُخلِصُ لَونُها

مِنَ الخَفِراتِ البيضِ أُخلِصُ لَونُها

تُلاحي عَدُوّاً لَم يَجِد ما يَعيبُها

تُلاحي عَدُوّاً لَم يَجِد ما يَعيبُها

She is one of the bashful, fair-skinned women, pure of complexion;

From the shining white garments her color is pure

she disputes with a foe who found nothing to fault in her.

She charges a foe who finds no fault in her

فَما مُزنَةٌ بَينَ السِماكَينِ أَومَضَت

فَما مُزنَةٌ بَينَ السِماكَينِ أَومَضَت

مِنَ النورِ ثُمَّ اِستَعرَضَتها جَنوبُها

مِنَ النورِ ثُمَّ اِستَعرَضَتها جَنوبُها

For no raincloud between the two Simāk stars, flashing

So a sword flash between the two hosts has not glanced

with light, then swept by its south wind,

Brighter than her, then she wheeled about showing her back

بِأَحسَنَ مِنها يَومَ قالَت وَعِندَنا

بِأَحسَنَ مِنها يَومَ قالَت وَعِندَنا

مِنَ الناسِ أَوباشٌ يُخافُ شُغوبُها

مِنَ الناسِ أَوباشٌ يُخافُ شُغوبُها

was lovelier than she the day she said—while among us

"Better than this have we," she said "and among us

were some rabble whose troublemaking was feared—

Are louts who fear our mischief and trouble"

تَعايَيتَ فَاِستَغنَيتَ عَنّا بِغَيرِنا

تَعايَيتَ فَاِستَغنَيتَ عَنّا بِغَيرِنا

إِلى يَومِ يَلقى كُلَّ نَفسٍ حَبيبُها

إِلى يَومِ يَلقى كُلَّ نَفسٍ حَبيبُها

“You feigned helplessness, so you made do with others instead of us,

You relied upon us, then spurned us for others

until the day each soul is met by its beloved.”

Till the day each soul shall meet its beloved

وَدِدتُ وَلا تُغني الوِدادَةُ أَنَّها

وَدِدتُ وَلا تُغني الوِدادَةُ أَنَّها

نَصيبي مِنَ الدُنيا وَإِنّي نَصيبُها

نَصيبي مِنَ الدُنيا وَإِنّي نَصيبُها

I wished—though love avails nothing—that she

I wished, but wishing avails not, that I

were my share of this world, and I her share.

Were destined for her, when she was destined for me