أَيا ما أُحَيسِنَها مُقلَةً

أَيا ما أُحَيسِنَها مُقلَةً

وَلَولا المَلاحَةَ لَم أَعجَبِ

وَلَولا المَلاحَةَ لَم أَعجَبِ

Ah, how lovely a little eye it is!

Oh how graceful when she sways

Oh, how exquisite is that eye,

And were it not for its beauty, I would not marvel.

Were it not for mischief, I'd not admire

Were it not for its charm, I would not marvel.

خَلوقِيَّةٌ في خَلوقِيِّها

خَلوقِيَّةٌ في خَلوقِيِّها

سُوَيداءُ مِن عِنَبِ الثَعلَبِ

سُوَيداءُ مِن عِنَبِ الثَعلَبِ

Saffron-hued; within its saffron hue

So very dainty in her daintiness

Saffron-hued within its amber essence,

Is a tiny black spot, like a nightshade berry.

Dark-skinned as a fox's grapes

Dark at the core like the nightshade berry.

إِذا نَظَرَ البازُ في عِطفِهِ

إِذا نَظَرَ البازُ في عِطفِهِ

كَسَتهُ شُعاعاً عَلى المَنكِبِ

كَسَتهُ شُعاعاً عَلى المَنكِبِ

When the hawk looks toward his flank,

When the falcon glances at her shoulder

When the hawk turns to gaze upon his wing,

The eye clothes him in a ray of light upon his shoulder.

His plumage casts a gleam upon her arm

It clothes his shoulder in a ray of light.