خَدُّ الحَبيبِ زانَهُ

خَدُّ الحَبيبِ زانَهُ

عِذارُهُ يا وَيلي

عِذارُهُ يا وَيلي

The beloved’s cheek has been adorned

My beloved's cheek adorned him,

By his cheek-down—woe is me!

His reproach, oh my woe!

وَكانَ ظَنّي أَنَّهُ

وَكانَ ظَنّي أَنَّهُ

يَميلُ بي عَن مَيلي

يَميلُ بي عَن مَيلي

And I had thought that it

And I had thought he

Would turn me away from my desire.

Would incline towards me from his leaning,

فَلا خَلاصَ لي إِذا

فَلا خَلاصَ لي إِذا

لا وَالضُحى وَاللَيلِ

لا وَالضُحى وَاللَيلِ

So there is no escape for me, then—

So there is no escape for me when

No, by the morning light and the night!

No, not the dawn nor the night.