عَينَاكَ أمَكَنَتِ الشَّيطَانَ مِن خَلَدِي
إنَّ العُيُونَ لأَعوَانُ الشَّيَاطِينِ
Your eyes gave the devil access to my heart
Eyes are indeed the devils' allies
كَم لَيلَةٍ بِتُّ مَطوِيَّا عَلَى حَرَقٍ
أَشكُو إلَى النَّجمِ حَتَّى كَادَ يَشكُونِي
How many nights have I spent curled up in burning agony
Complaining to the stars until they almost pitied me
يا مَا أُمَيلَحَهُ ظَبيٌ فُتِنتُ بِهِ
وَأيُّ خَلقٍ بِظَبيٍ غَيرُ مَفتُونش
What a beautiful gazelle that I'm infatuated with
What character is not infatuated with a beautiful gazelle
يَجلُو نَبَاتض أَقَاحٍ مِن بَنَاتِ فَمٍ
يُسمَى بِمِثلِ بُنَيَّاتِ الزَّرَاجِينِ
His smile reveals shoots of pearls from his lips
Called the like of the flowers of oranges
وَوَجنَتَينِ هُمَا تُفَّاحَتَا قُبَلِي
فَاترُك سِوَايَ وَتُفَّاحَ البَسَاتِينِ
And two cheeks that are like apples on my face
So leave me be and the apples of gardens
فُتُونُ عَينَيكَ تَنهَانِي وَتأمُرُنِي
وَوَردُ خَدَّيكض يُغرِي بِي وَيُغرِينِي
The charm of your eyes seduces me and commands me
And the rose of your cheeks tempts me and entices me
أمَا لَئِن بِعتُ دِينِي وَاشتَرَيتُ بِهِ
دُنيَا لَمَا بِعتُ فِيكَ الدِّينَ بِالدُّونِ
Surely if I sell my religion for you
And buy the world with it, I would not have sold my religion for less
أستَغفِرُ اللهَ لاَ وَالله مَا نَفَعَت
فِي سِحرِ مُقلَتِهِ آيَاتُ يَاسِينٍِ
I ask God for forgiveness, no by God the verses of Yaseen were of no benefit
In the magic of his eyelash against me
سًبحَانَ مَن خَلَقَ الأشيَاءَ قَاطِبَةً
تُرَاهُ صَوَّرَ ذَاكَ الجِسمَ مِن طِينِ
Glory to Him who created all things flawlessly
You see He molded that body from clay
يَا أهلَ صَبرَةَ وَالأحبَابُ عِندَكُمُ
إن كَانَ عِندَكُمُ صَبرٌ فَوَاسُونِي
O people of patience, and friends of yours
If you have patience then console me
إنِّي أدِينُ بِدِينش الحُبِّ وَيحَكُمُ
وَاللهُ قَد قَالَ لاَ إكرَاهَ فِي الدِّينِ
I profess the religion of love to you and it rules me
And God has said "No compulsion in religion"
مَولاَيَ لاَ تُشمِتِ الأَعدَاءَ بِي وَإذَا
نَسِيتَ قَولِيَ فَاذكُر قَولَ هَارُونِ
My Master, do not let the enemies gloat over me, and if
You forget my words, then remember what Harun said
حَاسِب هَوَاكَ بِمَا أنفَقتُ مِن عُمُرِي
وَاللهِ لَو كَانَ عُمرِي كَنزَ قَارُونِ
Hold your passion accountable for what I spent of my life
By God, even if my life was Qarun's treasure
لَو كُنتُ أمَلِكُ نَفسِي يَا مُعَذِّبَهَا
قَرَّبتُهَا لَكَ في بَعضِ القَرَابِينِ
If I owned myself, oh you who torments it
I would have offered it to you as one of the offerings
