مِنfrom حُرقَةthe burning of قَلبيَmy heart اِشتَكَيتُI complained of اللَهَباthe flame
مِن حُرقَة قَلبيَ اِشتَكَيتُ اللَهَبا
أَستَوهِبُI beg for قُبلَةٌa kiss عَسىperhaps أَنthat يَهَباhe might bestow
أَستَوهِبُ قُبلَةٌ عَسى أَن يَهَبا
From my heart's burning, I complained of the flame.
I beg a kiss, hoping he might grant it.
مِنfrom حُقَّةِthe little casket of نَعلِهِhis sandal أَرانيhe showed me دُرَراًpearls
مِن حُقَّةِ نَعلِهِ أَراني دُرَراً
إِذwhen أَبصَرَhe saw مِنfrom وَجهيَmy face نَقداًcoinage ذَهَباgold
إِذ أَبصَرَ مِن وَجهيَ نَقداً ذَهَبا
From his sandal's little casket he showed me pearls,
When he saw gold coinage in my face.