يا ظَبيَةَ المَيدانِ واحَرَبا

مِن سِحرِ أَجفانٍ تُمَرِّضُها

O gazelle of the meadow, so charming and fair

Bewitching with eyes that cast spellbinding stares

تَفديكَ نَفسٌ أَنتَ فِتنَتُها

لا شَكَّ أَنَّكَ سَوفَ تَقبِضُها

A soul that's devoted is yours to ensnare

No doubt you will soon have it firmly in your snares

طوبى لِطَرفٍ ظَلَّ مُكتَحِلاً

بِغُبارِ خَيلِكَ حينَ تُركِضُها

Blessed are eyes rimmed with kohl liner so fine

From dust of your galloping hooves when they shine

تَحكي حَوافِرُها إِذا وَقَعَت

حُرقاً عَلى قَلبي تُرَضِّضُها

Your hoofbeats like embers burn into my heart

Searing with yearning whenever we're apart