وربَّ غزالةٍ طلعتْ

وربَّ غزالةٍ طلعتْ

بقلبي وهْوَ مرعاها

بقلبي وهْوَ مرعاها

And many a gazelle rose

By the Lord of a graceful gazelle that rose

In my heart, which is her pasture.

in my heart while it was her pasture

نصبتُ لها شباكاً منْ

نصبتُ لها شباكاً منْ

نضارٍ ثمَّ صدْناها

نضارٍ ثمَّ صدْناها

I set nets for her, made of

I set up for her nets of dew, then we startled her away.

Pure gold; then we caught her.

She enriched me with her beauty,

فأغنتني بملقاها

فأغنتني بملقاها

وألقتني بمغناها

وألقتني بمغناها

She enriched me through meeting her

and cast me into her melody,

And cast me into her abode.

and she said to me when we had come

وقالتْ لي وقدْ صرنا

وقالتْ لي وقدْ صرنا

إلى عينٍ قصدناها

إلى عينٍ قصدناها

And she said to me, when we had come

to a spring we were seeking:

To a spring we had sought:

"Weigh out the spring, then darken it

وزنتَ العينَ فاكحلْها

وزنتَ العينَ فاكحلْها

بطلعتها بمجراها

بطلعتها بمجراها

“You weighed out the gold; now line the eye with kohl,

with her glance along her course."

With her countenance beside its stream.”