يا حَبَّذا عَمَلُ الشَيطانِ مِن عَمَلٍ

يا حَبَّذا عَمَلُ الشَيطانِ مِن عَمَلٍ

إِن كانَ مِن عَمَلِ الشَيطانِ حُبّيها

إِن كانَ مِن عَمَلِ الشَيطانِ حُبّيها

Ah, how fine a deed is Satan's work,

How excellent the work of Satan, if it be

If my love for her is Satan's doing.

From Satan's work, my loving her!

مَنَّيتُها النَفسَ حَتّى قَد أَضَرَّ بِها

مَنَّيتُها النَفسَ حَتّى قَد أَضَرَّ بِها

وَأَحدَثَت خُلُفاً مِمّا أُمَنّيها

وَأَحدَثَت خُلُفاً مِمّا أُمَنّيها

I filled my soul with hopes of her until it came to harm,

My soul desired her, till it did her injury,

And she belied the hopes I keep holding out to it.

And caused in her results of what it wished.