فاحةٌ قبلتُها

فاحةٌ قبلتُها

شوقاً وقلبي مدنَف

شوقاً وقلبي مدنَف

An apple I kissed,

The apple I kissed

out of longing, my heart sick with love.

Yearningly, my heart distraught,

شبهتُها بخدِّ من

شبهتُها بخدِّ من

دمعي عليهِ يكف

دمعي عليهِ يكف

I likened it to the cheek of one

I compared to a cheek

for whom my tears flow.

Wet with the tears I had wept.

وليسَ في التفاحِ من

وليسَ في التفاحِ من

خدِّ حبيبٍ خلَف

خدِّ حبيبٍ خلَف

Yet in apples there is no

Yet no lover's cheek was there

substitute for a beloved's cheek.

In that apple left behind.

يا مَن قَضى البينَ من ال

يا مَن قَضى البينَ من ال

بينِ ومني انتصف

بينِ ومني انتصف

O you who decreed parting, who from

O He who decreed we must part,

parting and from me exacted your due.

Taking half of me away!