مجدولة في حسنها

مجدولة في حسنها

تحكى لنا قدّ الأسلْ

تحكى لنا قدّ الأسلْ

Twined in her beauty,

Majdoolah in her beauty

Braided in her loveliness,

she recalls for us the slender form of rushes.

Tells us of the ancients

She mimics the stature of the spears,

فكأنها عمر الفتى

فكأنها عمر الفتى

والنار فيها كالأجلْ

والنار فيها كالأجلْ

So she is like a young man's life,

As if she were the life of a young man

As if she were a young man's life,

and the fire within her is like the appointed end.

And in her is fire like fate

The fire within her like his end.