أُمسي وَفي جَنبَيَّ وَسواسُ الهَوى

أُمسي وَفي جَنبَيَّ وَسواسُ الهَوى

وَسِوايَ في أُذنَيهِ وَسواسُ الحُلي

وَسِوايَ في أُذنَيهِ وَسواسُ الحُلي

I spend the evening with love's whispering in my sides;

Last night, in my heart, desire's whisper

While another has the rustle of jewelry in his ears.

And next to me, in my ear, the charm's murmur

يَتَساهَمونَ السَهمَ مِن أَلحاظِهِ

يَتَساهَمونَ السَهمَ مِن أَلحاظِهِ

وأُحِسُّهُ مُتَغَلغِلاً في مَقتَلي

وأُحِسُّهُ مُتَغَلغِلاً في مَقتَلي

They draw lots for the arrow from his glances,

Exchanging glances' arrows, striking me

And I feel it penetrating deep into my vital spot.

I felt them stirring, killing me slowly