أفْدِيهِ بَدْراً فوْقَ غُصْنِ النَّقَا

أفْدِيهِ بَدْراً فوْقَ غُصْنِ النَّقَا

مُلَوَّنَ الطَّرْفِ شَهِيَّ اللَّعَسْ

مُلَوَّنَ الطَّرْفِ شَهِيَّ اللَّعَسْ

I would ransom him—a full moon above a bough on the sand dune,

I sacrifice for him a full moon above the branch of softness

With many-hued eyes and luscious dusky lips.

Colored in gaze, beautiful in glance

عَيْنُ الحَيَا تَجْرِي عَلَى خَدّهِ

عَيْنُ الحَيَا تَجْرِي عَلَى خَدّهِ

وَالخَضِرُ العارض فيهِ انْغَمَسْ

وَالخَضِرُ العارض فيهِ انْغَمَسْ

The spring of life-giving rain flows over his cheek,

The spring of life flows on his cheek

And al-Khidr—the down on his cheek—has plunged into it.

And the green down is immersed in it