1. We have hung your memory high, a precious pendant,
And turned to it our souls away from you.
١. قَد عَلِقنا سِواكِ عِلقاً نَفيساً
وَصَرَفنا إِلَيهِ عَنكِ النُفوسا
2. We have put on new love, having taken off the old,
Nor did we ever cease to strip away what cloaks us.
٢. وَلَبِسنا الجَديدَ مِن خِلعِ الحُ
بِّ وَلَم نَألُ أَن خَلَعنا اللَبيسا
3. This passion is not from you, nor are you from it,
Descend to Egypt, you belong to Moses' tribe.
٣. لَيسَ مِنكِ الهَوى وَلا أَنتِ مِنهُ
اِهبِطي مِصرَ أَنتِ مِن قَومِ موسى