حَنانَيكِ رِفقاً يا نَحيفُ بِخافِقِ

حَنانَيكِ رِفقاً يا نَحيفُ بِخافِقِ

لأني حَليفٌ لِلقُدودِ الرَواشِقِ

لأني حَليفٌ لِلقُدودِ الرَواشِقِ

Have mercy, O slender one; be gentle with a beating heart,

Treat me gently, O slender one, with your heartbeats

For I am devoted to graceful forms.

For I am a companion to the slender waists

نِبالٌ رَمَتني مِن حَواجِبِ قَوسِها

نِبالٌ رَمَتني مِن حَواجِبِ قَوسِها

فَها أَنا مُلقىً بَينَ قَوسٍ وَراشِقِ

فَها أَنا مُلقىً بَينَ قَوسٍ وَراشِقِ

Arrows struck me from her bow-like brows,

Arrows have been shot at me from her eyebrows

So here I lie, cast between a bow and an archer.

So here I am, fallen between a bow and arrows

يُشبِّبُ أَشواقي إِذا هَبّ شَمألٌ

يُشبِّبُ أَشواقي إِذا هَبّ شَمألٌ

عَليَّ بِأَنفاس الجَزائِرِ عابِقِ

عَليَّ بِأَنفاس الجَزائِرِ عابِقِ

My longings flare whenever a north wind blows

My longing grows turbulent when a summit blows

Upon me, fragrant with the breath of Algeria.

Upon me with the breaths of fragrant islands

فَهَل نَفحَةٌ مِن قَلبِها لأخيَهّا

فَهَل نَفحَةٌ مِن قَلبِها لأخيَهّا

بِجَفني مِنها كَوكَبٌ غَيرُ آبِقِ

بِجَفني مِنها كَوكَبٌ غَيرُ آبِقِ

Is there, then, a breath from her heart for her brother?

Will there be a breeze from her heart for her brother

On my eyelid is a star from her that does not flee.

With eyes from her, a star not setting

تُرى تَسمَحُ الأَيّامُ مِنها بِزَورَةٍ

تُرى تَسمَحُ الأَيّامُ مِنها بِزَورَةٍ

فَنَحظى بِها ما بَينَ نَهدٍ وَعاتِقِ

فَنَحظى بِها ما بَينَ نَهدٍ وَعاتِقِ

Will the days, I wonder, grant a visit from her,

Will the days allow a visit from her

So we may delight in her between breast and shoulder?

That we enjoy between a breast and neck