قد أرخَتِ الشَّالَ على الخدِّ

قد أرخَتِ الشَّالَ على الخدِّ

فاخضرَّ منهُ فَننُ القدِّ

فاخضرَّ منهُ فَننُ القدِّ

She has let the shawl fall over her cheek,

You draped your shawl over your cheek

So the bough of her figure grew green from it.

So its greenness put grass to shame

والخدُّ كالوردِ على غُصنه

والخدُّ كالوردِ على غُصنه

والشَّالُ كالأوراقِ للوردِ

والشَّالُ كالأوراقِ للوردِ

And her cheek is like a rose upon its branch,

Your cheek is like a rose on its stem

And the shawl is like the rose's leaves.

And your shawl like leaves round the rose

والوردُ بالطلِّ لهُ نضرةٌ

والوردُ بالطلِّ لهُ نضرةٌ

والخصرُ محتاج إلى العقد

والخصرُ محتاج إلى العقد

And dew gives the rose its freshness,

The rose needs rain to flourish

And her waist is in need of binding.

And your waist needs a belt

عِقدةُ هذا ضمّةٌ من يدي

عِقدةُ هذا ضمّةٌ من يدي

وماءُ ذاكَ الدمعُ في الوَجد

وماءُ ذاكَ الدمعُ في الوَجد

This one's knot is an embrace from my hand,

This knot is a handful from my hands

And that one's water is tears of longing.

And those tears are passion's rain

قد أخرجت آدمَ تفاحةٌ

قد أخرجت آدمَ تفاحةٌ

من جنّةِ النعمةِ والخلد

من جنّةِ النعمةِ والخلد

An apple drove Adam out

An apple drove Adam out

From the paradise of bliss and immortality.

Of Paradise and immortality

ولم أزَل آكلُ من جَنّتي

ولم أزَل آكلُ من جَنّتي

تُفّاحَها ولم تزَل عندي

تُفّاحَها ولم تزَل عندي

And from my paradise I still eat

Yet I keep eating apples from my paradise

Its apples, and it is still with me.

My apples never leave me