تُفاحَةٌ شامِيَّةٌ

تُفاحَةٌ شامِيَّةٌ

مِن كَفِّ ظَبيٍ غَزِلِ

مِن كَفِّ ظَبيٍ غَزِلِ

A Syrian apple,

A Syrian apple

From the palm of an amorous gazelle.

From the palm of a charming youth

ما خُلِقَت مُذ خُلِقَت

ما خُلِقَت مُذ خُلِقَت

تِلكَ لِغَيرِ القُبَلِ

تِلكَ لِغَيرِ القُبَلِ

From the moment it was created,

Never since creation began

That apple was made for nothing but kisses.

Was it created but for kisses

كَأَنَّما حُمرَتُها

كَأَنَّما حُمرَتُها

حُمرَةُ خَدٍّ خَجِلِ

حُمرَةُ خَدٍّ خَجِلِ

As though its redness

As if its redness

Were the blush of a bashful cheek.

Were the redness of a shy cheek