بأبي أهيفٌ إذا رمت منه

بأبي أهيفٌ إذا رمت منه

لثمَ ثَغرٍ يصُدُّني عن مَرامي

لثمَ ثَغرٍ يصُدُّني عن مَرامي

May my father be ransom for a slender-waisted youth! Whenever I seek from him

By him in whom my soul is a prisoner, if she flees

a kiss upon his mouth, he turns me away from my desire.

I'd kiss the lips that bar me from my hopes.

قد حَمَى خدَّهُ بسورِ عِذارٍ

قد حَمَى خدَّهُ بسورِ عِذارٍ

مقلتاهُ أضحت عليهِ مَرامي

مقلتاهُ أضحت عليهِ مَرامي

He has protected his cheek with a wall of down;

Though she's veiled her cheek in virtuous wrath,

his two eyes have become arrow-slits upon it.

Still to that cheek my wishes roam.