وَثِقتَ بِأَنَّ قَلبي مِن حَديدٍ

وَثِقتَ بِأَنَّ قَلبي مِن حَديدٍ

وَفيهِ عَلى الهَوى بَأسٌ شَديدُ

وَفيهِ عَلى الهَوى بَأسٌ شَديدُ

You were certain that my heart was made of iron,

You trusted that my heart was made of steel,

and within it lay fierce strength against love.

And that it fiercely resisted love's appeal.

فَلانَ عَلى هَواكَ وَلا عَجيبٌ

فَلانَ عَلى هَواكَ وَلا عَجيبٌ

إِذا داوُدُ لانَ لَهُ الحَديدُ

إِذا داوُدُ لانَ لَهُ الحَديدُ

So it softened to your love—and no wonder,

Yet no wonder you succumbed to passion's tide,

when iron softened for David.

For iron itself to David would yield.