خجل الحبيبُ من العتا

خجل الحبيبُ من العتا

بِ فورَّدَ الخدَّ الخَجَلْ

بِ فورَّدَ الخدَّ الخَجَلْ

The beloved grew bashful at reproach;

My beloved was ashamed of chiding

and bashfulness made his cheek rosy.

So his cheeks blushed with bashfulness

فخشيتُ منه تغضُّباً

فخشيتُ منه تغضُّباً

فمسحتُ ذلك بالقُبَلْ

فمسحتُ ذلك بالقُبَلْ

Then I feared he might grow angry,

I feared his displeasure

so I wiped that away with kisses.

So I wiped that away with kisses

مالي وما لعتاب مَن

مالي وما لعتاب مَن

لو شاء يقتلني قَتَلْ

لو شاء يقتلني قَتَلْ

What have I to do with reproaching one

What is it to me, what is the reproach of one

who would kill me if he wished to?

Who, if he wished, could kill me with death