عَشِقت غَزالاً يُحبّ النّفار

عَشِقت غَزالاً يُحبّ النّفار

وَيَعشَقُ أنِّي لِقَتلي أُساقْ

وَيَعشَقُ أنِّي لِقَتلي أُساقْ

I fell in love with a gazelle who loves to flee.

I fell for a gazelle who loves to run away

And he loves my being led to be slain.

And loves that I’m led to my slaughter

يَسوقُ الغَرامَ إِلى مُهجَتي

يَسوقُ الغَرامَ إِلى مُهجَتي

وَكَم لِلغَرامِ بِقَلبي مساق

وَكَم لِلغَرامِ بِقَلبي مساق

He drives passion into my heart.

Who leads this passion to my innermost being

And how many paths passion has in my heart!

And how much has this passion penetrated my heart