يا من بدا من فيه لي
راح كعَرْفِ المَنْدلِ
O you whose breath upon me came,
Like scent of apple blossom,
لم يأْت من قُطْرُبُّلٍ
وهي شراب العسل
No turtle dove is here
With drops of honeyed drink,
حَدَّدْتهُ بالقُبَل
لكنْ عَلَى رأْي عَلي
Yet your kiss has filled me
With all the sweetness love can think.
