مَرَّتْ بخَدَّيْ شقيقٍ

مَرَّتْ بخَدَّيْ شقيقٍ

بنا فقلتُ مبادرْ

بنا فقلتُ مبادرْ

She passed, with cheeks of anemone,

A corn poppy caressed my cheek

by us, so I hastened to say:

So I said, take the lead

من الشقائقِ هذا

من الشقائقِ هذا

قالتْ وشقِّ المرائرْ

قالتْ وشقِّ المرائرْ

“This is of the anemones.”

Is this from the corn poppies?

She said, “And of the rending of gallbladders.”

She said, and tear open the veils