تَميلُ لِخالِه مِنّا قلوبٌ

تَميلُ لِخالِه مِنّا قلوبٌ

وَفيهِ حَلا التغزُّلُ وَالنّسيبُ

وَفيهِ حَلا التغزُّلُ وَالنّسيبُ

Hearts among us incline toward his mole.

Hearts yearn for that uncle of ours

And love lyrics and amorous verse about it have grown sweet.

In him coquetry and lineage dwell

وَما مَيْلُ القُلوبِ إِلَيه بِدْعاً

وَما مَيْلُ القُلوبِ إِلَيه بِدْعاً

فَقَد مالَت لِحَبَّتها القلوبُ

فَقَد مالَت لِحَبَّتها القلوبُ

Hearts’ inclination toward it is nothing new,

And hearts' inclination to him is no pretense

For hearts have inclined toward their own kernel.

Indeed hearts are tilted to their beloved