أَيا سَعيدَ اِبنَ وَهبٍ

اِسمَع فَدَيتُكَ قيلي

O Sa'eed, son of Wahab

O Sa'id, son of Wahb,

Listen, I implore you, to my words

Listen—may I be your ransom—to my plea:

إِنّي هَويتُ غَزالاً

مُساعِداً لي بِسولي

I have fallen for a gazelle

I have fallen in love with a gazelle,

Who aids me with charm

Who aids me in my desire;

إِذا أَتاهُ رَسولي

فَلا يَرُدَّ رَسولي

When my messenger comes to him

So when my messenger comes to him,

Let him not spurn my messenger

Let him not turn my messenger away.