ما لي كَوِشاحها أَراني قَلِقا

ما لي كَوِشاحها أَراني قَلِقا

أَغدو كسوارها بهمّي شَرِقا

أَغدو كسوارها بهمّي شَرِقا

What ails me? Like her sash, I find myself restless.

Why do I see her veil and feel restless?

I become, like her bracelet, choking on my sorrow.

I walk east, worried like her bracelet,

كَالخَاتَمِ طَوعَ كَفِّها تَملِكُني

كَالخَاتَمِ طَوعَ كَفِّها تَملِكُني

كَالقرط بِها مَدى اللَيالي عَلِقا

كَالقرط بِها مَدى اللَيالي عَلِقا

Like a ring, I am obedient to her palm; she possesses me.

She owns me like a ring obeys her hand,

Like an earring, I cling to her throughout the nights.

I cling to her all night like an earring.