جرَّت على الروح جريالها

جرَّت على الروح جريالها

وسلَّت من الراح سلسالها

وسلَّت من الراح سلسالها

She spread her crimson wine over the soul,

Her tears dragged through my soul

And drew her limpid draught from the wine.

And loosened from the wind its chains

اهل دمية القصر محرابها

اهل دمية القصر محرابها

يمثَّل لي بك تمثالها

يمثَّل لي بك تمثالها

Is it the palace idol in her shrine

The people of the palace doll's shrine

Whose likeness is revealed to me in you?

Acted out for me her idol

تنصَّع خالا بخد الفتاة

تنصَّع خالا بخد الفتاة

لعيني فتحسبها خالها

لعيني فتحسبها خالها

It shone as a beauty mark on the maiden's cheek,

A mole assumes the cheek of a girl

Before my eye, which takes her for its own beauty mark.

My eyes think it her mole

ويا ربّ ربة قرط هناك

ويا ربّ ربة قرط هناك

تعمَّدت افصم خلخالها

تعمَّدت افصم خلخالها

And oh, many a lady with an earring there—

By the Lord of the lady there wearing earrings

I deliberately set about snapping her anklet.

She intended to deafen the sound of her anklets

وما كنت احسب نفس القتيل

وما كنت احسب نفس القتيل

بعينك تعشق قتَّالها

بعينك تعشق قتَّالها

And I never thought the soul of one slain

And I did not expect the soul of the slain

By your eye would love its slayer.

With your eyes to love his killer