عاذِلي لَمّا رَآني عاشِقاً

عاذِلي لَمّا رَآني عاشِقاً

بِنتي الحُسن وَكلّاً صنتُها

بِنتي الحُسن وَكلّاً صنتُها

When my reproacher saw me in love

When my censor saw me in love

with the two daughters of beauty—and I guarded each—

With a beauty whose charm I extolled,

قالَ ما هاتانِ أَومَأتُ لَهُ

قالَ ما هاتانِ أَومَأتُ لَهُ

هَذِهِ عَيني وَهَذي أُختُها

هَذِهِ عَيني وَهَذي أُختُها

he said, “What are these two?” I gestured to him:

I pointed to this, to that, as he stared,

“This is my eye, and this is her sister.”

This is my eye, and this is its sister.