1. I do not ask for more affection from my beloved
Even if I complain to him bitterly

2. He is the one who keeps in touch with me but he pains me
With the long intervals between visits

3. They said you got the one you love so I said to them
Now my youthful passions have increased

4. No excuse for a young man that his soul loves
When his mouth has gotten used to affection

5. He is one of lofty lineage, a branch of the generous tribe
Who were created to embody the essence of generosity

6. I called him after the stars had set and the rooster
Had crowed the good tidings of dawn repeatedly

7. And I said, as the night fades into dawn, just as
A smile chases gloom from the frown

8. O Ahmed, the hoped for in every tribulation
Rise, my master, defy the tyrant of the heavens

9. Attributed to the villages of Hiet and Anat
I provoke him with its heat and deter him

10. With gentleness at times, and harshness at others
Until he sings, and before the third cup

11. The sweet disposition, Mahmoud of excellent traits
Oh, if only my share of my money and my children

12. Were to sit with the doe-eyed ladies in the evenings