مُت مِن جَوىً وَجَوادٍ

مُت مِن جَوىً وَجَوادٍ

قَد غارَ ماءٌ فَظيعُ

قَد غارَ ماءٌ فَظيعُ

Die from heartache and from a generous man.

I die of love and generosity

I perished of inner fire and a generous one,

Terrible water has indeed receded.

My eyes pouring copious tears

Whose formidable water has sunk away.

بِكيسِهِ سُستُ دَهري

بِكيسِهِ سُستُ دَهري

وَالدَهرُ فَظٌّ فَظيعُ

وَالدَهرُ فَظٌّ فَظيعُ

With his purse I managed my days.

My life is sorrowful

With his purse, I used to manage my fortune,

And time is harsh and terrible.

And time is cruel and merciless

But Fortune is rude and terrible.