ذكرتك والخطي بيننا

ذكرتك والخطي بيننا

وقد نهلت منا المثقفة السمر

وقد نهلت منا المثقفة السمر

I remembered you, with the Khatti spears between us,

I thought of you as the ink flowed between us

And the straightened, brown spears had drunk from us.

And the cultured, tanned woman took from us

فواللَه ما أدري وإن لصادق

فواللَه ما أدري وإن لصادق

أداء عراني من حبابك أم سحر

أداء عراني من حبابك أم سحر

So, by God, I do not know—and I am indeed truthful—

By God, I do not know, though I am truthful

Whether an illness from love of you has seized me, or magic.

If fulfilling my passion for you is real or magic

فإن كان سحراً فاعذريني على الهوى

فإن كان سحراً فاعذريني على الهوى

وإن كان داءٌ غيره فذلك العذر

وإن كان داءٌ غيره فذلك العذر

So if it is magic, forgive me for my passion;

If it is magic, then forgive my love

And if it is some other illness, then that is the excuse.

And if it is any sickness other than it, that is the excuse