هَوانا هَوى الغيد الحسان بِلا مِرا

تُباع بِهِ مِنّا النُفوس وَتُشتَرى

My love for the tender gazelle is without blame

Our souls are sold and bought for him

وَبي ظَبي سرب أَدعج الطَرف أَحوَرا

أَغار عَلى خَدّيهِ مِن أَعيُن الوَرى

My antelope with the charming wide eyes

I'm jealous of his cheeks from people's eyes

فَيا لَيتَ لَو يعمون عَن حُسن شَكلِهِ

لكيلا يراعي وَرد وَجنَتِهِ الجنى

If only they were blind to his beauty's shape

So he wouldn't graze his roses and gardens

سِواي فَيَجني رَوض آسٍ وَسَوسَنِ

فَذا مَذهَبي وَالخدّ ديني وَديدني

Except me to harvest his lily and lilac field

This is my creed and my cheek's religion and habit

وَمِن مَذهبي في شرعة الحُبِّ أَنَّني

أَغار عَلى وَرد الرياض لأَجلِهِ

And of my creed in love's law, I

Am jealous of the garden's roses for his sake