وشادِنٍ وَجهُهُ نَهارٌ

وشادِنٍ وَجهُهُ نَهارٌ

وخدُّهُ الغَضُّ جُلَّنارُ

وخدُّهُ الغَضُّ جُلَّنارُ

And a young gazelle—his face is daylight,

His radiant face shines like daybreak,

and his tender cheek is pomegranate blossom.

His blushing cheek gleams like an ember.

قلتُ لهُ قد جرَحْتَ قَلبي

قلتُ لهُ قد جرَحْتَ قَلبي

فقالَ جُرحُ الهَوى جُبارُ

فقالَ جُرحُ الهَوى جُبارُ

I said to him, “You have indeed wounded my heart.”

I said "You've wounded my heart!"

So he said, “Love’s wound goes uncompensated.”

He replied "Love's wound is overpowering."