قُل لِلَّذي وَردُ خَدِّهِ القاني

قُل لِلَّذي وَردُ خَدِّهِ القاني

في لَجِّ بَحرِ الغَرامِ أَلقاني

في لَجِّ بَحرِ الغَرامِ أَلقاني

Tell him whose cheek’s crimson rose

Say to him whose cheek is reddened

cast me into the depths of the sea of love:

By the wine of passion's sea cast me

ما نِلتُ من ثغر ريقَك الهاني

ما نِلتُ من ثغر ريقَك الهاني

عَن ثَغرِ الأَنامِ أَلهاني

عَن ثَغرِ الأَنامِ أَلهاني

What I tasted from your mouth—your sweet saliva—

I attained not from your soft lips

has distracted me from the mouths of all mankind.

More enrapturing than people's lips enthralled me