ياO مَنyou who حَوىpossessed فيamong البُدورthe full moons المَطلعthe rising-place الأَسماthe loftiest
يا مَن حَوى في البُدور المَطلع الأَسما
ساميsublime جَمالكyour beauty لَهُfor it رَبthe Lord السَماof heaven أَسمىnamed
سامي جَمالك لَهُ رَب السَما أَسمى
O you who hold the loftiest rising-place among full moons,
O you who contained the horizon's dawn in your eyes
The Lord of heaven has called your beauty sublime.
Your sublime beauty - the Lord of the sky made it sublime
عذاركyour cheek-down الليwhich بِخَدّكon your cheek خَطّinscribed ليfor me أَسماnames
عذارك اللي بِخَدّك خَطّ لي أَسما
مِنfrom سحرthe magic of تِلكَthose الجُفونeyelids حَتّىuntil سَلَبstole عَقليmy reason
مِن سحر تِلكَ الجُفون حَتّى سَلَب عَقلي
The down on your cheek inscribed names for me,
Your charm that drew a line on your cheek wrote my destiny
From the magic of those eyelids, till it stole my reason.
From the magic of those eyelids that stole my mind
لاneither هِندHind عَنهُfrom him تَسلّينيdistracts me وَلاnor أَسماAsma
لا هِند عَنهُ تَسلّيني وَلا أَسما
Neither Hind nor Asma can distract me from him.
Neither India with its perfumes nor Asia can console me
Sol 6.1