وَيليwoe is me عَلىfor الشادِنِthe young gazelle ذيwearing القُرطَقِthe short tunic
وَيلي عَلى الشادِنِ ذي القُرطَقِ
أَبلَجَbright-faced مِثلُlike القَمَرِthe moon المُشرِقِshining
أَبلَجَ مِثلُ القَمَرِ المُشرِقِ
Woe is me for the young gazelle in the tunic,
Woe is me for the young gazelle in the short tunic,
Radiant-faced, like the shining moon.
Bright-faced as the shining moon.
مَرَّhe passed فَناجىand then whispered بِالهَوىof love طَرفُهُhis gaze
مَرَّ فَناجى بِالهَوى طَرفُهُ
طَرفيmy gaze وَلَمand did not أَنطِقI speak وَلَمand did not يَنطِقِhe speaks
طَرفي وَلَم أَنطِق وَلَم يَنطِقِ
He passed, and his glance whispered love
He passed, and his gaze whispered of love
To mine—though neither I spoke nor he.
to mine; I did not speak, nor did he.
