وأغيد كلَّما تجنى

وَرَّثَ بين القلوب جمرا

Whenever the springtime comes around

And stokes the embers in all hearts

يميل تيهاً كأنما قد

سقته تلك العيون خمرا

He seems to wander, lost, as though

Those eyes of his have made him drunk

تالله لا فاتني لِقاه

وعين كيسي عليه حمرا

By God, his meeting I'll not miss

And keep my eager eyes on him