وَشادِنٍ أَصبَحت أَربا به

وَشادِنٍ أَصبَحت أَربا به

عَن أَن يَلي خِدمَةَ أَربابِهِ

عَن أَن يَلي خِدمَةَ أَربابِهِ

And a young gazelle—I have come to deem him too noble

And the nightingales have become captives of his love

to undertake the service of his masters.

Unwilling to serve anymore save their captor

يا عَجَبي مِن سِحرِ أَلحاظِهِ

يا عَجَبي مِن سِحرِ أَلحاظِهِ

وَسِحرِ أَلحاظٍ فُتِنّا بِهِ

وَسِحرِ أَلحاظٍ فُتِنّا بِهِ

Oh, how I marvel at the magic of his glances,

How wondrous is the magic of his glances

and the magic of glances by which we were bewitched!

And the magic of eyes we're enchanted by

هَل يَخدِمُ الناسَ مَنِ اِستَخدَمَت

هَل يَخدِمُ الناسَ مَنِ اِستَخدَمَت

أَجفانُهُ كُلَّ فَتىً نابِهِ

أَجفانُهُ كُلَّ فَتىً نابِهِ

Can he serve others—he whose

Can he really serve the people, when his lashes

eyelids have pressed every distinguished youth into service?

Have enslaved every valiant youth they spy?