وَخَوخَةٌ مِلءُ يَدِ الجانِيَه

وَخَوخَةٌ مِلءُ يَدِ الجانِيَه

تَملُكُ لَحظَ الأَعيُنِ الرانِيَه

تَملُكُ لَحظَ الأَعيُنِ الرانِيَه

And a peach, filling the hand of the woman who plucks it,

Commands the gaze of eyes fixed upon it:

مُصفَرَّةُ الوَجنَةِ مُحمَرَّةٌ

مُصفَرَّةُ الوَجنَةِ مُحمَرَّةٌ

كَأَنَّها عاشِقَةٌ سالِيَه

كَأَنَّها عاشِقَةٌ سالِيَه

Yellow-cheeked, yet flushed with red—

As though she were a lover who had forgotten love.