هَوَيْتُهُ ذا لحاظٍ

هَوَيْتُهُ ذا لحاظٍ

يَهدي الى القَلْبِ نبلا

يَهدي الى القَلْبِ نبلا

I loved him, whose glances

I am smitten by his gaze

send arrows into the heart,

That brings nobility to the heart

جَمريَّ خَدِّ عَلَيْهِ

جَمريَّ خَدِّ عَلَيْهِ

حشاشَتي تَتَقلى

حشاشَتي تَتَقلى

ember-cheeked—upon his cheek

The embers on his cheek

my last spark of life is roasted.

Where my passion burns