المريلة كحلي - El Maryala Kohly [English translation]

O girl with the navy uniform

O sun that shines and peaks through the dress

If I were to write a love poem about you

Would you deny it, or would it be permissible?

I like to write my poetry for those who are beautiful

I call them for how beautiful they are

And if I were to start by describing your small lips

Seven poetry volumes would not be enough

O angel, genie, lady of all grace

How I like when you drift away in your dreams

How I like the way you tie your belt around your waist

How I like how you hold your books to your chest

There go the girls, there come the girls

Who is most beautiful among them, but my daughter?

And the most beautiful thing about you, my daughter,

is in your eyes I see my and your mother's tenderness