وَمُخَلَّقِ الخَدَينِ مِن صِبغِ الحَيا

وَمُخَلَّقِ الخَدَينِ مِن صِبغِ الحَيا

في قُرطُقٍ بِدَمِ القَنيصِ مُخَلَّقِ

في قُرطُقٍ بِدَمِ القَنيصِ مُخَلَّقِ

And one whose cheeks are tinted with the dye of modesty,

With cheeks dyed in the hue of life

In a short tunic stained with the blood of the quarry.

In a short coat stained with blood of his tunic

جُبِلَت عَلى سَفكِ الدِما أَلحاظُهُ

جُبِلَت عَلى سَفكِ الدِما أَلحاظُهُ

وَنِبالُهُ فَكِلاهُما لَم يُشفِقِ

وَنِبالُهُ فَكِلاهُما لَم يُشفِقِ

His glances were fashioned to shed blood,

His glances are inclined to shed blood

And his arrows too—so neither showed mercy.

And his arrows, both did not hesitate

حَتّى إِذا شَهِدَ المَقامَ مُبارِزاً

حَتّى إِذا شَهِدَ المَقامَ مُبارِزاً

وَالطَيرُ بَينَ مُحَوِّمٍ وَمُحَلِّقِ

وَالطَيرُ بَينَ مُحَوِّمٍ وَمُحَلِّقِ

Until, when he entered the arena as a combatant,

Until, when he attended the battleground as an adversary

While the birds were circling and soaring,

And birds (were flying) between soaring and diving

شَغَلَ الطُيورَ بِحُسنِ مَنظَرِ وَجهِهِ

شَغَلَ الطُيورَ بِحُسنِ مَنظَرِ وَجهِهِ

فَتَوَقَّفَت فَأَصابَها بِالبُندُقِ

فَتَوَقَّفَت فَأَصابَها بِالبُندُقِ

He distracted the birds with the beautiful sight of his face,

He distracted the birds with the beauty of his face

So they halted, and he struck them with pellets.

So they paused and he struck them with his rifle