لَقَدِ اِكتَسى زُرقَ الثِيابِ فَلَم يَبِنْ

لَقَدِ اِكتَسى زُرقَ الثِيابِ فَلَم يَبِنْ

إِلّا مُحيّاهُ لِطَرْفِ الرائي

إِلّا مُحيّاهُ لِطَرْفِ الرائي

Indeed, he donned blue garments, and nothing was visible

He has clothed himself in the blueness of garments, yet nothing shows

Except his face to the beholder’s eye.

Except his face to the beholder's eye;

فَكَأنّهُ قرصُ الغَزالَةِ أَسفَرت

فَكَأنّهُ قرصُ الغَزالَةِ أَسفَرت

وَقتَ الضّحى بِسَمائِها الزّرقاءِ

وَقتَ الضّحى بِسَمائِها الزّرقاءِ

So he was like the sun’s disk as it shone forth

As though the gazelle's neck-ring shed its lustre,

At midmorning in its blue sky.

When the dawn gleams fair with its azure light.