يا خالهُ أَنتَ قَلبي حلّ وَجنتهِ

فَأَحرقتهُ مَتى مِنها يَعودُ لِيَا

O my mole, you are my heart's solace and its paradise

So you have burned it - when will it return to me?

فَإِنْ أَصِلْهُ بِتَقبيلٍ فَلا عَجب

فَإِنّما الخالُ مِن لَحمي وَمِن دمِيا

If I touch it with a kiss, do not be surprised

For a mole is made of my flesh and my blood, my dear