تَنَفَّستِ الظبيةُ النافِرهْ

تَنَفَّستِ الظبيةُ النافِرهْ

وأنفاسُها هبَّةٌ عاطِرهْ

وأنفاسُها هبَّةٌ عاطِرهْ

The skittish gazelle breathed,

The shy doe exhaled

And her breaths were a fragrant breeze.

And her breath was fragrant

وبالعَرقِ الخدُّ سوسانةٌ

وبالعَرقِ الخدُّ سوسانةٌ

عليها دموعُ النَّدى قاطِره

عليها دموعُ النَّدى قاطِره

And her sweat-beaded cheek was a lily,

Her cheek glistened with sweat

With tears of dew dripping upon it.

Trickled with drops of dew

إلى نزهةٍ ذهبت بكرةً

إلى نزهةٍ ذهبت بكرةً

فما أجملَ المعصرَ الباكره

فما أجملَ المعصرَ الباكره

She went for an outing early in the morning.

She went on an outing at dawn

And how lovely the maiden who set out early!

How beautiful was the early pressing

ومرَّت على الزَّهرِ أترابُها

ومرَّت على الزَّهرِ أترابُها

وبينَ الحقولِ غدَت طافره

وبينَ الحقولِ غدَت طافره

And her peers passed by the flowers,

She passed by the flowers

And she went leaping among the fields.

And darted through the fields

وعادت وفي يَدِها طاقةٌ

وعادت وفي يَدِها طاقةٌ

وأخرى على صَدرِها ناضره

وأخرى على صَدرِها ناضره

And she returned with a bouquet in her hand,

She returned with a bouquet in her hand

And another, fresh, upon her breast.

And another on her chest

فكم قَطَفَت كفُّها زهرةً

فكم قَطَفَت كفُّها زهرةً

وكانت لجارَتها ناثره

وكانت لجارَتها ناثره

And how many a flower her hand had plucked!

How many flowers her hand picked

And she would scatter them for her neighbor.

To strew upon her neighbor

فؤادي كحقلٍ لها مسرحٌ

فؤادي كحقلٍ لها مسرحٌ

عليهِ وطلعتُها باهره

عليهِ وطلعتُها باهره

My heart is like a field; she has a place to roam

My heart is a meadow for her frolic

Upon it, and her countenance is dazzling.

Where her blossoming is dazzling

فتَجني عواطفَهُ ضمَّةً

فتَجني عواطفَهُ ضمَّةً

وليست بما نثرَت شاعره

وليست بما نثرَت شاعره

So she gathers its affections into a bouquet,

She reaps its emotions in an embrace

And she is unaware of what she has scattered.

Unlike what she scattered poetically