أَفدي بِروحي شَفتَي شادِنٍ

أَفدي بِروحي شَفتَي شادِنٍ

ذي مَبسِمٍ أَلْمَى وَحالي الرّضابْ

ذي مَبسِمٍ أَلْمَى وَحالي الرّضابْ

I would ransom with my soul the two lips of a young gazelle,

I would ransom with my soul the lips of Shadin

With a dark-lipped smile and sweet saliva.

With a smile that dazzles, and my state is confusion

هُما هِلالانِ لَدى فِرقَةٍ

هُما هِلالانِ لَدى فِرقَةٍ

هُما هِلالٌ إِذ يَكونُ اِقتِرابْ

هُما هِلالٌ إِذ يَكونُ اِقتِرابْ

They are two crescents when apart;

They are two crescents next to a separation

They are one crescent when they draw near.

They are a crescent when there is a coming together

يَشرَبُ تِبغاً لِيَرى فاصِلاً

يَشرَبُ تِبغاً لِيَرى فاصِلاً

بَينَ الهِلالَينِ رَقيق السّحابْ

بَينَ الهِلالَينِ رَقيق السّحابْ

He smokes tobacco to see a divider

He drinks tobacco to see a delicate cloud

Between the two crescents—a thin cloud.

Between the two crescents, subtle like a mirage