1. Between her coldness and my longing
The chances of youth are lost, woe is me, woe is me
١. ما بَينَ جفائِها وَبَينَ المَيلِ
ضاعَت فُرَصُ الشَباب وَيلي وَيلي
2. She visited me and the dawn dragged on, and how much
She came to me complaining of the length of night
٢. زارَتنيَ فاِستَبطَأَتِ الصُبحَ وَكَم
جاءَتنيَ تَستَقصِرُ طولَ اللَيلِ