رِيمٌ أنِسَتْ لِلصَّدّ لَمَّا نَفَرَتْ

رِيمٌ أنِسَتْ لِلصَّدّ لَمَّا نَفَرَتْ

لِلْقَلْبِ فَرَتْ

لِلْقَلْبِ فَرَتْ

A white gazelle grew fond of turning away when she fled;

A doe accustomed to separation when she shied away

She tore the heart.

Relieved my heart and went on her way

أرختْ غسقاً وعن صَباح سَفرت

أرختْ غسقاً وعن صَباح سَفرت

ياكُم سترتْ

ياكُم سترتْ

She let down darkness and unveiled a dawn.

She let down night's curtain and journeyed from morn

Oh, how often she concealed! (Opening uncertain.)

Oh how much she concealed

كَمْ مِنْ أسْدِ بِلَحْظِهَا قَدْ أسَرَتْ

كَمْ مِنْ أسْدِ بِلَحْظِهَا قَدْ أسَرَتْ

قَسْراً وَسَرَتْ

قَسْراً وَسَرَتْ

How many a lion she has captured with her glance,

Many a lion by her glance she has captivated

By force—and she journeyed by night.

Forcibly and freely