يا سُلَيمى يا سُلَيمى

كُنتِ لِلقَلبِ عَذابا

O Sulaimi, O Sulaimi

You were agony to my heart

يا سُلَيمى اِبنَةَ عَمّي

بَرَدَ اللَيلُ وَطابا

O Sulaimi, daughter of my uncle

The night grew cold and it was good

أَيُّما واشٍ وَشى بي

فَاِملِئي فاهُ تُرابا

Whatever gossip gossiped about me

Fill my mouth with dust

ريقُها في الصُبحِ مِسكٌ

باشَرَ العَذبَ الرُضابا

Her saliva in the morning is musk

She enjoyed the sweet kiss