من بنات الريح لي صفرا جفول

كنها ظبي الفلا بجفالها

She is like the daughter of the wind, a nimble young gazelle

As if she were a deer frolicking in the wilderness

منوة الخيال عساف الخيول

زينها في دقها وجلالها

A fantasy of the imagination, a swift steed

Her beauty in her grace and majesty

زينها ما شفت وصفه بالمثول

الله اللي بالجمال اصخى لها

I have never seen beauty like hers standing still

God has granted her the most perfect beauty

تستذير كحيلتى من كل زول

ما يصخرها سوى خيالها

She captivates me like an enchantress captivates all

None can resist her but her imagination

اذكر الله كل ما قامت تجول

و احمد الله خصنى بحبالها

I remember God whenever she goes for a stroll

And thank God for granting me her love

كنها تمشي على قرع الطبول

فتنى اللي خافقه يبرى لها

As if she walks to the beats of drums

Bewitching is she who makes hearts pound for her

ظافي القصه على الطرف الخجول

تنكسر شمس العصر بظلالها

Her story is veiled in shyness

The sun itself darkens before her shadow

وصفها وصف السحاب اللي يحول

كل عين تستخيل خيالها

To describe her is to describe the clouds that wander

Each eye imagines her differently

او كما طاري على الخاطر عجول

صاحبه حقيقته ما طالها

Or like a thought that crosses the mind in haste

Whose reality it never quite grasps

كل رجل في حياته له ميول

والهوايه تمتلك رجالها

Every man in his life has his desires

And passion commands its own men