تقول ليَ الغيداء تحتاج رافقاً

تقول ليَ الغيداء تحتاج رافقاً

من الدمعِ والتبريح قلتُ لها رفقا

من الدمعِ والتبريح قلتُ لها رفقا

The graceful maiden says to me, “You need a gentle companion

The morning said to me, you need a companion

because of tears and torment.” I said to her, “Be gentle!

Of tears and sighing, I said to her, gently

شجونيَ لا تُرقى كملسوع خاطئٍ

شجونيَ لا تُرقى كملسوع خاطئٍ

ودمعِي كحظِّي ساقط وهو لا يرقى

ودمعِي كحظِّي ساقط وهو لا يرقى

My sorrows cannot be charmed away, like a sinner who has been stung;

My sorrows cannot be raised like a mistaken tattoo

and my tears, like my fortune, fall and never rise.”

And my tears like my luck have fallen and cannot be raised