بِغَضب عضَّ يدي

بِغَضب عضَّ يدي

وطِيبُه بالحَرَدِ

وطِيبُه بالحَرَدِ

In anger, he bit my hand,

With rage I bit my hand

and its sweetness lay in wrath.

And soothed it with a bandage

وقلتُ لما بَخِلت

وقلتُ لما بَخِلت

عن عبدها بالصَّفَدِ

عن عبدها بالصَّفَدِ

And I said, when she withheld

And when she was unkind

the gift from her slave:

To her slave in shackles pined

يا فتكُ يا سيدتي

يا فتكُ يا سيدتي

إن لم تثيبي فعدي

إن لم تثيبي فعدي

“O Fatk, O my mistress,

My lady of destruction

if you will not reward me, then promise me.”

Reward me or I’ll leave your function