يُدافِعُ زَهْوُ التَّيِهِ أَعْطافَ دلِّها

يُدافِعُ زَهْوُ التَّيِهِ أَعْطافَ دلِّها

فَتَحْسَبُها نَشْوى وما شَرِبَتْ خَمْرَا

فَتَحْسَبُها نَشْوى وما شَرِبَتْ خَمْرَا

Haughty pride jostles the curves of her coquetry,

The radiance of the wilderness defends the sides of her heart,

So you think her intoxicated, though she has drunk no wine.

So you'd think it was tipsy, though it never drank wine.

وَتُظْهِرُ لي من تَحْتِ أَزْرارِ جَيْبِها

وَتُظْهِرُ لي من تَحْتِ أَزْرارِ جَيْبِها

إِذا ما بَدَتْ من كُلِّ ناحِيةٍ بَدْرَا

إِذا ما بَدَتْ من كُلِّ ناحِيةٍ بَدْرَا

And she reveals to me, from beneath the buttons of her neckline,

And it shows me from beneath the buttons of her pocket,

Whenever she appears, a full moon from every angle.

Whenever a full moon appeared from every side.