أيَا خَالَهَا الشُّحْرُورَ فِي رَوْضِ خَدّهَا

أيَا خَالَهَا الشُّحْرُورَ فِي رَوْضِ خَدّهَا

عَلَى قَدّهَا نَاغِ وَغَنّ وَغَرّدِ

عَلَى قَدّهَا نَاغِ وَغَنّ وَغَرّدِ

O her mole, blackbird in the garden of her cheek,

O her mole, the mischievous one, in the garden of her cheek

Upon her figure, coo, sing, and warble.

Sing, chirp, and warble melody on her slender waist

وَيَا كَاسَهَا الكَاسِي ظَفَرْتَ لكَ الهَنَا

وَيَا كَاسَهَا الكَاسِي ظَفَرْتَ لكَ الهَنَا

بِلَثْمِ ثَنَايَا ثَغْرِهَا المُتَنَضِّدِ

بِلَثْمِ ثَنَايَا ثَغْرِهَا المُتَنَضِّدِ

And O her covering cup, you have triumphed—joy be yours—

And O her glass, you have won the bliss

By kissing the front teeth of her neatly arrayed mouth.

With a kiss on the folds of her supple lips

وَيَا حِجْلَهَا فِي السَّاقِ هُنِّيتَ دَائِماً

وَيَا حِجْلَهَا فِي السَّاقِ هُنِّيتَ دَائِماً

فَقَدْ صِرْتَ مِنْهَا فَوْقَ صَرْحٍ مُمَرَّدِ

فَقَدْ صِرْتَ مِنْهَا فَوْقَ صَرْحٍ مُمَرَّدِ

And O her anklet upon her leg, may you ever be blessed,

And O her anklet on the leg, you are always elated

For you have come to stand above a smoothly polished palace of hers.

For you have become, through her, atop a lofty palace