يا بِأَبي مَعاطِفٌ وَأَعْيُن

يا بِأَبي مَعاطِفٌ وَأَعْيُن

يَصُونُ مِنْهَا رَامِحٌ وَنَابِلُ

يَصُونُ مِنْهَا رَامِحٌ وَنَابِلُ

Oh, may my father be ransom for those supple forms and eyes!

O my father! Cloaks and eyes

From among them, a spearman and an archer stand guard.

Shielding from them a lancer and archer

فَهذِهِ ذَوابِلٌ نَواضِرٌ

فَهذِهِ ذَوابِلٌ نَواضِرٌ

وَهَذِهِ نَواظِرٌ ذَوابِلُ

وَهَذِهِ نَواظِرٌ ذَوابِلُ

For these are fresh, slender spears,

So these are recurring downpours

And these are languid eyes.

And these, downpours recurring