عَينُ المَها للصِبا قَلبُ الشَجي يَلزُزن

عَينُ المَها للصِبا قَلبُ الشَجي يَلزُزن

كَم أَتلَفت مُهَجاً مِنا وَكَم يعزِزن

كَم أَتلَفت مُهَجاً مِنا وَكَم يعزِزن

The oryxes’ eyes press the lovelorn heart toward youthful passion.

The eyes of the doe are for youth, the heart of the courageous quivers

How many souls of ours they have destroyed, and how unapproachable they are!

How many passions of ours have perished, and how many quiver

يَهزُزنَ سُمرَ القَنا يا حُسنَ ما يَهزُزن

يَهزُزنَ سُمرَ القَنا يا حُسنَ ما يَهزُزن

إِذا طَعَنَّ بِها في مُهجَتي يَحزُزن

إِذا طَعَنَّ بِها في مُهجَتي يَحزُزن

They brandish dusky spears—oh, the beauty of what they brandish!

They shake the darkness of spears, O beauty, how they quiver

When they thrust them into my heart, they cut deep.

When they stab into my heart, they quiver