نَظَرَت إِلى المِرآةِ فاتِنَتي

نَظَرَت إِلى المِرآةِ فاتِنَتي

بِتَدَلُّلٍ يُستَعبدُ النَظَرا

بِتَدَلُّلٍ يُستَعبدُ النَظَرا

My enchantress looked into the mirror

My beauty glanced at the mirror

With a coyness that enslaves the gaze.

With a coquetry that enslaves the gaze

فَهَبَبتُ أَلثَمُها لِأَنَّ بِها

فَهَبَبتُ أَلثَمُها لِأَنَّ بِها

لِخيالِ حُمرِ خُدودِها أَثَرا

لِخيالِ حُمرِ خُدودِها أَثَرا

So I sprang to kiss it, for in it

So I approached to kiss her

Was a trace of her rosy cheeks’ reflection.

For on her rosy cheeks still lingered a trace