لو يدري بما فعل

لو يدري بما فعل

أحيا المحبَّ الذي قتل

أحيا المحبَّ الذي قتل

If he knew what he had done,

If he knew what he had done

He would revive the lover he killed.

He would revive the lover he had killed

ظني بعينيه أسهمٌ

ظني بعينيه أسهمٌ

في كلِّ قلبِ لها عمل

في كلِّ قلبِ لها عمل

I think his eyes are arrows;

My eyes, he thinks, are arrows

In every heart they do their work.

Piercing each heart that works for her

يحمرُّ في خدِّه دمِي

يحمرُّ في خدِّه دمِي

ويدّعي أنَّه خجل

ويدّعي أنَّه خجل

My blood turns red in his cheek,

My blood reddens his cheek

And he claims it is bashfulness.

Yet he claims to be shy