قَيَّدَني الحُبُّ وَخَلّاها

قَيَّدَني الحُبُّ وَخَلّاها

وَلَجَّ بي سُقمٌ وَعافاها

وَلَجَّ بي سُقمٌ وَعافاها

Love bound me and set her free.

Love has enchained me, while it let her go,

And sickness clung to me, yet spared her.

Sickness afflicts me, while it grants her health.

كِدتُ أَقولُ البَدرُ شِبهٌ لَها

كِدتُ أَقولُ البَدرُ شِبهٌ لَها

أَجعَلُها كَالبَدرِ حاشاها

أَجعَلُها كَالبَدرِ حاشاها

I almost said, “The full moon is her likeness.”

I was about to say the full moon resembles her,

Would I liken her to the full moon? Never!

But I dare not compare her to the radiant moon.