أَتَعجَبُ أَن طَرِبتُ لِصَوتِ حادِ

أَتَعجَبُ أَن طَرِبتُ لِصَوتِ حادِ

حَدا بُزلاً يَسِرنَ بِبَطنِ وادِ

حَدا بُزلاً يَسِرنَ بِبَطنِ وادِ

Do you marvel that I was stirred by a camel-driver’s voice,

Do you wonder that I was moved by the voice of a camel driver,

who sang to full-grown camels walking along a valley’s floor?

Singing slowly as he rode along the valley?

فَلا تَعجَب فَإِنَّ الحُبَّ أَمسى

فَلا تَعجَب فَإِنَّ الحُبَّ أَمسى

لِبَثنَةَ في السَوادِ مِنَ الفُؤادِ

لِبَثنَةَ في السَوادِ مِنَ الفُؤادِ

So do not marvel, for love now dwells—

So do not wonder, for love has come to dwell

for Bathna—in the dark core of my heart.

In the heart of a maiden in the black tent.