فديت فتى يده بالحيا

فديت فتى يده بالحيا

وجبهته من حياءٍ نديَّه

وجبهته من حياءٍ نديَّه

I would give my life for a youth whose hand is dewy with rain,

I would ransom a youth whose hand is modest

And whose brow is dewy with modesty.

His cheek is rosy from a becoming shyness

يسافرُ قصدِي إلى بابِهِ

يسافرُ قصدِي إلى بابِهِ

فمنه المكان ومنه الهديَّه

فمنه المكان ومنه الهديَّه

My intent journeys to his door;

He travels to my door with intent

For from him comes the place, and from him the gift.

The place and the gift are from him