مُعَذَّرٌ عشت بتقبيلِهِ

فمتُّ مِنْ عشقٍ وَمَنْ عاشَ ماتْ

Forgive me, I lived by his kiss

I died of love, and he who lived, died

فثغرُهُ والشعرُ في خدِّهِ

هذا سُنَيْناتٌ وهذا نباتْ

His mouth and the hair on his cheek

This is our way of life, this is our nature