وَقَد قُطِبَت شَهداً مُدامة ثَغرِهِ

وَقَد قُطِبَت شَهداً مُدامة ثَغرِهِ

وَما في الجُفونِ الفاتِراتِ هِيَ الصِّرفُ

وَما في الجُفونِ الفاتِراتِ هِيَ الصِّرفُ

And the wine of his mouth has been blended with honey,

His lips have been sweetened with never-ending honey,

While what lies in his languid eyelids is unmixed wine.

Yet in his languid eyelids is naught but sleepiness.

لِذا يقتلُ الصِّرفُ الَّذي في جُفونِهِ

لِذا يقتلُ الصِّرفُ الَّذي في جُفونِهِ

وَيُلتَذُّ مِما في مراشِفِهِ الرّشفُ

وَيُلتَذُّ مِما في مراشِفِهِ الرّشفُ

Thus the unmixed wine that is in his eyelids kills,

Thus sleep slays what is in his eyelids,

And sipping what is in his lips brings delight.

While he revels in the softness of his pillow.

أَقُولُ وَلَم أُكمِل لَهم وَصفَ حُسنِهِ

أَقُولُ وَلَم أُكمِل لَهم وَصفَ حُسنِهِ

عَلى رِسلِكُم في حُسنِهِ اِنقَطَعَ الوَصفُ

عَلى رِسلِكُم في حُسنِهِ اِنقَطَعَ الوَصفُ

I say, not yet having finished describing his beauty to them:

I speak, but before I can complete praising his beauty,

Easy now—description fails before his beauty.

Praise of his beauty has come to an end through your messengers.

هُوَ الدُّرُّ وَالمرجانُ وَالبَدرُ وَالدُّجَى

هُوَ الدُّرُّ وَالمرجانُ وَالبَدرُ وَالدُّجَى

هُوَ الوَردُ وَالسوسانُ وَالغُصنُ وَالحِقفُ

هُوَ الوَردُ وَالسوسانُ وَالغُصنُ وَالحِقفُ

He is pearls and coral, the full moon and night's darkness.

He is the pearl, coral, full moon, and twilight,

He is the rose and the lily, the bough and the curving sand dune.

He is the rose, lily, branch, and curved eyebrows.