حلا دمعِي لخدِّي في هواكم

حلا دمعِي لخدِّي في هواكم

فما أحلى بصحنِ الخدِّ سكبا

فما أحلى بصحنِ الخدِّ سكبا

My tears grew sweet to my cheek in my love for you.

My tear flow sweetly down my cheek for love of thee,

So how sweet their pouring into the bowl of the cheek!

And sweeter still their drops within thy chalice be.

وناسبَ حالتي لما دعوتم

وناسبَ حالتي لما دعوتم

كلانا قد جرَى للحبِّ صبَّا

كلانا قد جرَى للحبِّ صبَّا

And they matched my state when you called;

Thou calledest, and 'twas right, my state interpreting,

Both of us have run for love, lovesick.

For we both victims to one shaft of Love are lying.