تَقولُ لي وهيَ غَضْبَى من تدلّلها

تَقولُ لي وهيَ غَضْبَى من تدلّلها

وقد دعتني لشيءٍ ربَّما كانَا

وقد دعتني لشيءٍ ربَّما كانَا

She says to me, angry in her coquettishness,

You say to me, angry at my indulgence,

And she had invited me to something that might have been:

When you had called me for something that perhaps drew us together.

إنْ لمْ تنكني نيكَ المرء زوجتهُ

إنْ لمْ تنكني نيكَ المرء زوجتهُ

فلا تلمْني إِذا أَصبحْتَ قَرنانَا

فلا تلمْني إِذا أَصبحْتَ قَرنانَا

If you do not fuck me as a man fucks his wife,

If a man's wife does not make him good,

Then do not blame me if you become a cuckold.

Then do not blame me when we become like strangers.

كأَنَّ أَيركَ شمعٌ في رَخاوَتهِ

كأَنَّ أَيركَ شمعٌ في رَخاوَتهِ

فكلَّما عَرَكَتْهُ رَاحتي لانَا

فكلَّما عَرَكَتْهُ رَاحتي لانَا

Your cock is like wax in its softness;

It's as if your companion is a pliant candle,

For whenever my palm rubs it, it softens.

That my comfort ebbs each time you disturb it.