مرّ الجَميل قُلت يا غُصن النَقا ما لك

مرّ الجَميل قُلت يا غُصن النَقا ما لك

عَن نَسيم الدَلال يا فاتني ما لك

عَن نَسيم الدَلال يا فاتني ما لك

The beautiful one passed; I said, 'O bough of the sand dune, what ails you?

The beautiful one passed, I said: "O branch of nāqā, what is wrong with you?

What keeps you from the breeze of coquetry, O my enchanter?

Why do you not sway to the breeze of coquetry, O you who entice, what is wrong with you?

اِرحَم متيم عَليل بِالطَرف أَوما لك

اِرحَم متيم عَليل بِالطَرف أَوما لك

أَعرض دَلالاً وَقاللي لا تَكون طامع

أَعرض دَلالاً وَقاللي لا تَكون طامع

Have mercy on one love-stricken and ailing, who beckoned to you with his glance.'

Have mercy on an ailing lover with a glance, or what is wrong with you?"

He turned away coyly and said to me, 'Do not hope

He turned his face away and said to me: "Do not be hopeful

بِالوَصل إِلا بِبذل الرُوح أَو مالك

بِالوَصل إِلا بِبذل الرُوح أَو مالك

for union except by surrendering your soul or your wealth.'

of union unless you give your soul or your wealth."