لقد فَتَنَتْني فرنجيّة

لقد فَتَنَتْني فرنجيّة

نسيمُ العبير بها يَعْبَقُ

نسيمُ العبير بها يَعْبَقُ

Indeed, a Frankish woman has bewitched me.

A Frankish beauty has captivated me,

The breeze of perfume clings fragrantly to her.

Her dress scented with fragrant breeze.

ففي ثوبها غُصُن ناعمٌ

ففي ثوبها غُصُن ناعمٌ

وفي تاجها قمرٌ مُشْرِقُ

وفي تاجها قمرٌ مُشْرِقُ

For within her gown is a supple branch,

In her gown is a tender branch,

and within her crown, a radiant moon.

On her crown shines a brilliant moon.

وإِن تك في عينها زُرْقة

وإِن تك في عينها زُرْقة

فإِنّ سِنان القنا أَزرق

فإِنّ سِنان القنا أَزرق

And if there is blueness in her eye,

If her eyes are blue,

then indeed the point of the lance is blue.

The lilies' thorns are yet more blue.