ياO ظبيةًa gazelle ألقىcast هواهاlove for her إلىinto
يا ظبيةً ألقى هواها إلى
قلبيmy heart ولمand did not تدرshe know بهof it جلّa great amount of نارfire
قلبي ولم تدر به جلّ نار
O gazelle whose love has cast into
O doe who cast her love unto my heart
my heart, without her knowing it, a great fire.
Yet knew not that within me burned a fire
لوif لمnot يكنwere نهدكٍyour breast رمانةًa pomegranate
لو لم يكن نهدكٍ رمانةً
ماnot كانwould be فيon خدكِyour cheek ذاthis الجلنارthe pomegranate blossom
ما كان في خدكِ ذا الجلنار
If your breast were not a pomegranate,
Had not your breast been shaped like pomegranates
this pomegranate blossom would not be on your cheek.
No blush had graced the apple of your cheek
Sol 6.1