مَا خَالُهُ غيرض أنَّ العينَ ما نظرت

مَا خَالُهُ غيرض أنَّ العينَ ما نظرت

أحلى وأحسَنَ مِنهُ الدَّهرِ إنسانا

أحلى وأحسَنَ مِنهُ الدَّهرِ إنسانا

His beauty mark is nothing but this [reading uncertain]: the eye had never seen

The fault lies not in him, but my eyes that gazed-

Anyone sweeter or more beautiful than him in all time.

Never have they seen in this world a finer man.

فاستحَسَنت ما رَأَت مِنهُ فَحينَ أَبَت

فاستحَسَنت ما رَأَت مِنهُ فَحينَ أَبَت

مَدهوشةٌ نَسِيت في الخَدِّ إِنسانا

مَدهوشةٌ نَسِيت في الخَدِّ إِنسانا

So it admired what it saw of him; then, when it refused [possibly: returned],

So struck was I by his sight, I clean forgot-

Bewildered, it forgot a pupil upon the cheek.

A mere mortal rested upon my cheek that day.