يا من تغازلني بعندم خدها

يا من تغازلني بعندم خدها

ودموع عيني نصف ذاك العندم

ودموع عيني نصف ذاك العندم

O you who flirt with me with the crimson dye of her cheek,

O you who seduce me with your absence, take it

And the tears of my eye are half of that crimson dye.

And the tears of my eyes are half of that absence

ما احمرَّ خدُّك والعيون تنوشني

ما احمرَّ خدُّك والعيون تنوشني

بنبالها إلّا ليعرب عن دمي

بنبالها إلّا ليعرب عن دمي

Your cheek did not redden—as the eyes assailed me

Your cheek did not blush and the eyes did not pierce me

With their arrows—except to speak of my blood.

With its arrows except to express my blood