بِمُهْجَتي سُلطانَ حُسْنٍ غَدَا

بِمُهْجَتي سُلطانَ حُسْنٍ غَدَا

يَجُوزُ في الحُبِّ وَلا يَعْدِلُ

يَجُوزُ في الحُبِّ وَلا يَعْدِلُ

In my heart he has become a sovereign of beauty;

With my madness I gained a sultan's beauty at dawn

He goes his way in love and does not act justly.

He surpasses in love and cannot be equaled

يا عاشِقيه إحْذَرُوا صُدْغَهُ

يا عاشِقيه إحْذَرُوا صُدْغَهُ

فَهوَ الحَشِيشي الَّذي يَقْتُلُ

فَهوَ الحَشِيشي الَّذي يَقْتُلُ

O his lovers, beware his temple-lock:

Oh his lovers, beware his blow

For it is the hashish-eating assassin that kills.

For he is the hashishi that kills