أَما رَحِمَتني يَومَ وَلَّت فَأَسرَعَت

أَما رَحِمَتني يَومَ وَلَّت فَأَسرَعَت

وَقَد تَرَكَتني واقِفاً أَتَلَفَّتُ

وَقَد تَرَكَتني واقِفاً أَتَلَفَّتُ

Had she no pity on me the day she turned away and hurried off,

The day when she who had my mercy turned and hastened away,

Leaving me standing, looking this way and that?

And left me standing there perplexed,

أُقَلِّبُ طَرفي كَي أَراها فَلا أَرى

أُقَلِّبُ طَرفي كَي أَراها فَلا أَرى

وَأَحلُبُ عَيني دَرَّها وَأُصَوِّتُ

وَأَحلُبُ عَيني دَرَّها وَأُصَوِّتُ

I turn my gaze about to see her, yet I do not see her.

I turn my eyes to and fro hoping to see her, but see her not,

And I milk my eye for its flowing tears and cry aloud.

And I milk tears from my eyes for her, and call aloud.