يا خالهُ أَنتَ قَلبي حلّ وَجنتهِ

يا خالهُ أَنتَ قَلبي حلّ وَجنتهِ

فَأَحرقتهُ مَتى مِنها يَعودُ لِيَا

فَأَحرقتهُ مَتى مِنها يَعودُ لِيَا

O his mole, you are my heart, which settled on his cheek;

O my mole, you are my heart's solace and its paradise

then his cheek burned it—when will it return from there to me?

So you have burned it - when will it return to me?

فَإِنْ أَصِلْهُ بِتَقبيلٍ فَلا عَجب

فَإِنْ أَصِلْهُ بِتَقبيلٍ فَلا عَجب

فَإِنّما الخالُ مِن لَحمي وَمِن دمِيا

فَإِنّما الخالُ مِن لَحمي وَمِن دمِيا

So if I reach it with a kiss, it is no wonder:

If I touch it with a kiss, do not be surprised

for the mole is but a part of my flesh and blood.

For a mole is made of my flesh and my blood, my dear