نُجلُ العُيونِ قَواصِدُ النَبلِ

نُجلُ العُيونِ قَواصِدُ النَبلِ

قَتَلنَنا بِعُيونِها النُجلِ

قَتَلنَنا بِعُيونِها النُجلِ

The wide-eyed ones are arrows that strike true;

The stars of beauty, arrows of fate,

They have slain us with their wide eyes.

Their eyes have slain us, such is our state.

كَحَلَ الجَمالُ جُفونَ أَعيُنِها

كَحَلَ الجَمالُ جُفونَ أَعيُنِها

تَفتَرُ عَن كَحَلٍ بِلا كُحلِ

تَفتَرُ عَن كَحَلٍ بِلا كُحلِ

Beauty has lined the lids of their eyes;

Kohl adorns their eyes in dark perfection,

They part to reveal natural dark rims, without kohl.

No need for makeup, their beauty's distraction.

وَكَأَنَّهُنَّ إِذا أَرَدنَ خُطىً

وَكَأَنَّهُنَّ إِذا أَرَدنَ خُطىً

يَقلَعنَ أَرجُلَهُنَّ مِن وَحلِ

يَقلَعنَ أَرجُلَهُنَّ مِن وَحلِ

And it is as though, when they wish to take steps,

When walking their gait appears as though,

They pull their feet out of mud.

Their feet release from deep mud below.