أصبحتI have become أفتكthe deadliest خَلْقِcreatures of اللهGod بالنظرby gazing
أصبحت أفتك خَلْقِ الله بالنظر
عفَّchaste الضميرthe conscience عنfrom الفحشاءindecency والنُكُرand wrongdoing
عفَّ الضمير عن الفحشاء والنُكُر
I have become the deadliest of God's creatures with my gaze,
I have become picky in looking at God's creation
Chaste in conscience, far from indecency and wrongdoing.
My conscience is aloof from obscenity and denial
والجِدّand earnestness أشبهُmore fitting بيfor me فماso not أحاولهI pursue it
والجِدّ أشبهُ بي فما أحاوله
لولاwere it not for اكتحالُbeing adorned with kohl جفونeyelids of الغِيدslender, graceful maidens بالحَوَرwith dark pupils contrasting bright whites
لولا اكتحالُ جفون الغِيد بالحَوَر
And earnestness suits me better; I would not pursue such dalliance
And seriousness resembles me, so I do not attempt it
Were it not for slender maidens’ eyelids, kohled with black-and-white beauty.
If it weren't for kohl lining the eyelids of the languid one with kohl
ماءُwater of المعاليlofty honors لذيذdelicious فيin فميmy mouth شَبِمcool
ماءُ المعالي لذيذ في فمي شَبِم
أحلىsweeter وأعذبand more refreshing منthan رِيقsaliva of الدُمَىidols (beautiful women) العطِرfragrant
أحلى وأعذب من رِيق الدُمَى العطِر
The water of lofty honors is delicious and cool in my mouth,
The water of glory is delicious in my mouth a sip
Sweeter and more refreshing than the fragrant saliva of idol-like beauties.
Sweeter and more pleasant than the saliva of the fragrant blood
دمblood of العِدَىthe foes فيupon ظُبَاsharp edges of الأسيافthe swords يُطرِبنيenraptures me
دم العِدَى في ظُبَا الأسياف يُطرِبني
تطرُّبthe rapture of الشَرْبthe drinkers بالصهباءby tawny wine والوَتَرand the musical string
تطرُّب الشَرْب بالصهباء والوَتَر
The blood of foes upon the edges of swords enraptures me,
The blood of enemies in the blades of swords delights me
As drinkers are enraptured by tawny wine and the music of strings.
Like the delight of drinking alcohol and melody