بِأَبي الثّلاثُ الآنِسَا

بِأَبي الثّلاثُ الآنِسَا

تُ الرَّائعَاتُ الغَانياتُ

تُ الرَّائعَاتُ الغَانياتُ

May my father be ransom for the three charming maidens,

By my beloved three, the pleasant ones

the dazzling beauties.

The graceful singing maidens draw near

أَقْبَلْنَ والأصْدَاغُ في

أَقْبَلْنَ والأصْدَاغُ في

وَجْنَاتِهنَّ مُعَقْرَباتُ

وَجْنَاتِهنَّ مُعَقْرَباتُ

They approached, with their temple-locks on

As rosy wine swells in their cheeks

their cheeks curled like scorpions.

And their eyelids flutter, in gardens they appear

أَلْفَاظُهُنَّ مُؤَنّثا

أَلْفَاظُهُنَّ مُؤَنّثا

تٌ والجُفُونُ مُذكَّراتُ

تٌ والجُفُونُ مُذكَّراتُ

Their words were feminine,

Their words feminine, their glances masculine

and their eyelids masculine.

As I gaze upon them, for events there are causes

حتى إذا عايَنْتُهُنَّ

حتى إذا عايَنْتُهُنَّ

وللأُمورِ مُسَبِّباتُ

وللأُمورِ مُسَبِّباتُ

When at last I beheld them—

I embrace them and say: “Your arms are my life”

and things have their causes—

They blush, until I see their cheeks turn yellow

جَمّشْتُهُنَّ وقُلْتُ طِي

جَمّشْتُهُنَّ وقُلْتُ طِي

بُ عِنَاقِكُنَّ هو الحياةُ

بُ عِنَاقِكُنَّ هو الحياةُ

I caressed them and said, 'The sweetness

of your embrace is life.'

فَخَجِلْنَ حتى خِلْتُ أَنَّ

فَخَجِلْنَ حتى خِلْتُ أَنَّ

خُدودَهُنَّ مُعَصْفَراتُ

خُدودَهُنَّ مُعَصْفَراتُ

Then they blushed, until I thought that

their cheeks were dyed with safflower.