بِروحِيَwith my soul as ransom الخالُthe mole فَوقَabove الثّغرِthe mouth مَوطِنُهُits home
بِروحِيَ الخالُ فَوقَ الثّغرِ مَوطِنُهُ
قَدindeed كانَwas بِاليمنِthrough good fortune فيهِin it خَيرُthe best مَبخوتِfortunate one
قَد كانَ بِاليمنِ فيهِ خَيرُ مَبخوتِ
My soul for the mole whose home is above the mouth!
Upon my soul, the mole above the lips makes its home
Indeed, through good fortune, it was the luckiest there.
Once in Yemen lived the best of all servants
عَبدٌa slave مِنَfrom among الزّنجِthe Zanj فيهِin it الحُسنُbeauty أَسكنهُmade him dwell
عَبدٌ مِنَ الزّنجِ فيهِ الحُسنُ أَسكنهُ
لِيَحرسَso that he may guard الدُّرَّthe pearls فيin صُندوقِa casket ياقوتِruby
لِيَحرسَ الدُّرَّ في صُندوقِ ياقوتِ
A slave of the Zanj, whom Beauty settled there,
A black slave whose beauty resides in him
To guard the pearls in a ruby casket.
To guard the pearls in a box of rubies