لما شَتَتْ عيني ولمْ

لما شَتَتْ عيني ولمْ

ترفقْ لتوديعِ الفتى

ترفقْ لتوديعِ الفتى

When my eye grew wintry and did not

When my eyes wandered and did not

Show gentleness in bidding the youth farewell,

Gently bid the youth farewell

أدنيتُها مِنْ خدِّهِ

أدنيتُها مِنْ خدِّهِ

والنارُ فاكهةُ الشتا

والنارُ فاكهةُ الشتا

I drew it near his cheek,

I brought them close to his cheek

And fire is the fruit of winter.

For fire is the fruit of winter