وَبِي شَادِنٌ بَيْنَ الحَشَا وَلِحَاظِهِ

وَبِي شَادِنٌ بَيْنَ الحَشَا وَلِحَاظِهِ

عَنَاءُ أبي جَهْلٍ وَحَرْبُ بني عَبْسِ

عَنَاءُ أبي جَهْلٍ وَحَرْبُ بني عَبْسِ

And I am enamored of a young gazelle; between my heart and his glances

My companion camping between the bushes and his blanket,

lie Abu Jahl’s torment and the war of the Banu Abs.

The trouble of Abu Jahl and the war of the tribe of Abs,

مَلِيكُ جَمَالٍ عَزَّ حسناً فَدَيْتُهُ

مَلِيكُ جَمَالٍ عَزَّ حسناً فَدَيْتُهُ

بِنَفْسِي وَلاَ شَيْءَ أعَزُّ مِنَ النَّفْسِ

بِنَفْسِي وَلاَ شَيْءَ أعَزُّ مِنَ النَّفْسِ

A king of beauty, peerless in loveliness—so I have ransomed him

The beauty of perfection, his beauty is precious I ransom him

with my own life, and nothing is dearer than life.

With my soul, nothing is more precious than the soul,

إذَا مَا دَعَاهُ التِّيهُ يَا فتنةَ الضُّحَى

إذَا مَا دَعَاهُ التِّيهُ يَا فتنةَ الضُّحَى

بَدَا فدعاه الحسنُ يا فَاضحَ الشَّمْسِ

بَدَا فدعاه الحسنُ يا فَاضحَ الشَّمْسِ

Whenever pride calls him, “O enchantment of the morning light,”

When illusion calls him, O the seduction of the morning,

he appears, and beauty calls him, “O you who put the sun to shame!”

Perfection called him, O the outshiner of the sun.