كانت بِقَلْبِي غُلَّةٌ

كانت بِقَلْبِي غُلَّةٌ

حَرَّاءُ للرَّشأالمُمَنَّعْ

حَرَّاءُ للرَّشأالمُمَنَّعْ

There was a thirst within my heart,

There was a burning knot

burning for the unapproachable young gazelle,

In my heart, impenetrable

حتى دَنَوتُ لثَغْرِه

حتى دَنَوتُ لثَغْرِه

فرَشفْتُه والرَّشْفُ أنْقَعْ

فرَشفْتُه والرَّشْفُ أنْقَعْ

until I drew near his lips;

Until I came close to his lips

so I sipped them—and sipping quenched it best.

And I quenched it, and quenching is soothing