أَيُّ شَيءٍ في العيدِ أُهدي إِلَيكِ

يا مَلاكي وَكُلُّ شَيءٍ لَدَيكِ

What gift on Eid shall I present to you

What gift shall I offer you on this feast day,

My angel, though you have everything

O my angel, when you already possess everything?

أَسِواراً أَم دُمُلجاً مِن نُضارٍ

لا أُحِبُّ القُيودَ في مِعصَمَيكِ

Bracelets, or a necklace of fresh pearls

A bracelet, or an armlet of pure gold?

I do not like shackles around your wrists

But I despise the sight of chains upon your wrists.

أَمخُموراً وَلَيسَ في الأَرضِ خَمرٌ

كَالَّتي تَسكُبينَ مِن لَحظَيكِ

Wine, though no wine on earth compares

Or wine? Yet there is no vintage on earth

To that which you pour from your glances

To compare with that which you pour from your gaze.

أَم وُروداً وَالوَردُ أَجمَلُهُ عِندي

الَّذي قَد نَشَقتُ مِن خَدَّيكِ

Or roses, the loveliest rose for me

Or roses? When to me the fairest rose

Is the one I plucked from your cheek

Is the fragrance I have inhaled from your cheeks.

أَم عَقيقاً كَمُهجَتي يَتَلَظّى

وَالعَقيقُ الثَمينُ في شَفَتَيكِ

Or carnelian, like my passion aflame

Or carnelian, burning like my heart's blood?

Carnelian most precious on your lips

Yet the most precious carnelian lies within your lips.

لَيسَ عِندي شَيءٌ أَعَزُّ مِنَ الروحِ

وَروحي مَرحونَةٌ في يَدَيكِ

I have nothing more precious than my soul

I possess nothing more dear than my soul,

My playful soul held in your hands

And my soul is already held captive in your hands.