طرفه يجرح الفؤاد وطرفي

طرفه يجرح الفؤاد وطرفي

يقطف الورد من محياه قاني

يقطف الورد من محياه قاني

His gaze wounds the heart, while mine

His glance wounds my heart though his is

plucks crimson roses from his face.

Plucking roses from his rosy cheek

لست أشكو منه ولم يشك مني

لست أشكو منه ولم يشك مني

وكلانا في الحسن والحب جان

وكلانا في الحسن والحب جان

I do not complain of him, nor has he complained of me;

I don't complain of him nor does he of me

And we are both offenders in beauty and love.

We are equal in beauty and love