هَوانا هَوى الغيد الحسان بِلا مِرا

هَوانا هَوى الغيد الحسان بِلا مِرا

تُباع بِهِ مِنّا النُفوس وَتُشتَرى

تُباع بِهِ مِنّا النُفوس وَتُشتَرى

Our love is for graceful, beautiful maidens, beyond dispute.

My love for the tender gazelle is without blame

Through it, our souls are sold and bought.

Our souls are sold and bought for him

وَبي ظَبي سرب أَدعج الطَرف أَحوَرا

وَبي ظَبي سرب أَدعج الطَرف أَحوَرا

أَغار عَلى خَدّيهِ مِن أَعيُن الوَرى

أَغار عَلى خَدّيهِ مِن أَعيُن الوَرى

And I am smitten with a gazelle of the herd, dark-eyed, with bright whites and black pupils.

My antelope with the charming wide eyes

I jealously guard his cheeks from the eyes of humankind.

I'm jealous of his cheeks from people's eyes

فَيا لَيتَ لَو يعمون عَن حُسن شَكلِهِ

فَيا لَيتَ لَو يعمون عَن حُسن شَكلِهِ

لكيلا يراعي وَرد وَجنَتِهِ الجنى

لكيلا يراعي وَرد وَجنَتِهِ الجنى

Ah, if only they were blind to the beauty of his form,

If only they were blind to his beauty's shape

so that no one might behold the ripe rose of his cheek

So he wouldn't graze his roses and gardens

سِواي فَيَجني رَوض آسٍ وَسَوسَنِ

سِواي فَيَجني رَوض آسٍ وَسَوسَنِ

فَذا مَذهَبي وَالخدّ ديني وَديدني

فَذا مَذهَبي وَالخدّ ديني وَديدني

but me, and then pluck a garden of myrtle and irises.

Except me to harvest his lily and lilac field

Such is my creed; the cheek is my religion and my constant pursuit.

This is my creed and my cheek's religion and habit

وَمِن مَذهبي في شرعة الحُبِّ أَنَّني

وَمِن مَذهبي في شرعة الحُبِّ أَنَّني

أَغار عَلى وَرد الرياض لأَجلِهِ

أَغار عَلى وَرد الرياض لأَجلِهِ

And part of my creed, in the law of love, is that I

And of my creed in love's law, I

am jealous over the roses of the gardens for his sake.

Am jealous of the garden's roses for his sake