حلا نباتُ الشعرِ يا عاذلي

حلا نباتُ الشعرِ يا عاذلي

لما بدا في خدِّهِ الأحمرِ

لما بدا في خدِّهِ الأحمرِ

Sweet was the budding hair, O my reproacher,

The poetry is a beautiful plant, O reproacher

when it appeared upon his red cheek.

When the red appeared on his cheek

فشاقني ذاكَ العذارُ الذي

فشاقني ذاكَ العذارُ الذي

نباتُهُ أحلى منَ السكرِ

نباتُهُ أحلى منَ السكرِ

So I yearned for that cheek-down whose

I was enchanted by that coquetry which

growth is sweeter than sugar.

Its plant is sweeter than sugar