بِروحي عَينُهُ الوَطفاءُ تَرنو

بِروحي عَينُهُ الوَطفاءُ تَرنو

عَلى وَجَناتِهِ أَضحَت تطلُّ

عَلى وَجَناتِهِ أَضحَت تطلُّ

My soul be ransom for his long-lashed eye as it gazes;

With my soul his gentle eyes yearn

upon his cheeks it has come to shed dew.

On his cheeks dawn has arrived

فَشِمْ ماءَ الحَياءِ بِوَجنَتَيهِ

فَشِمْ ماءَ الحَياءِ بِوَجنَتَيهِ

تَرى ماءً عَلَيهِ يرفُّ ظلُّ

تَرى ماءً عَلَيهِ يرفُّ ظلُّ

So behold the water of bashfulness on his two cheeks:

So smell the water of shyness on his cheeks

you will see water over which a shadow flutters.

You will see, on it, shadows flutter