كَمْ شببتْ لي فتاةٌ

كَمْ شببتْ لي فتاةٌ

مِنْ وجهها الصبحُ يُسفرْ

مِنْ وجهها الصبحُ يُسفرْ

Many a maiden has kindled passion in me,

How a maiden has enchanted me

from whose face the dawn shines forth.

The morn dawns from her face

ولو ملكْتُ قيادي

ولو ملكْتُ قيادي

فارقْتُها وَهْيَ تصفرْ

فارقْتُها وَهْيَ تصفرْ

And if I held my own reins,

And if I had my reins

I would leave her while she whistles.

I'd part from her as she pales