أود الكرى ان زار خيفة نظرة

أود الكرى ان زار خيفة نظرة

إليه فتدمي رقة خده القاني

إليه فتدمي رقة خده القاني

I long for slumber if he visits, fearing a glance

I wish the beloved would visit stealthily

at him might make his tender crimson cheek bleed.

so I may catch a glimpse and gently stroke his cheek

واسهر خوفا أن يمر خياله

واسهر خوفا أن يمر خياله

بعيني فتؤذي اخمصاه بأجفاني

بعيني فتؤذي اخمصاه بأجفاني

And I stay awake, fearing his phantom might pass

I lie awake in fear that his image

through my eyes, and my eyelids might hurt his soles.

might pass before my eyes and his frown hurt me