أبرزَتْ وجهاَ كَلاذَا

أبرزَتْ وجهاَ كَلاذَا

في الهوى أُلبسَ لاذا

في الهوى أُلبسَ لاذا

She unveiled a face like silk,

She showed her face, why so?

clothed in silk in love.

In passion she was dressed, why so?

ثمّ قالتْ أيُّما أح

ثمّ قالتْ أيُّما أح

سَنُ هذا قلت لا ذا

سَنُ هذا قلت لا ذا

Then she said, “Which is more

Then she asked, which lover

beautiful—this?” I said, “No—this one.”

Is best, I said, none.

أنتِ لِمْ أضنَيْتِ صَبّاً

أنتِ لِمْ أضنَيْتِ صَبّاً

بِكِ دونَ الخَلقِ لاذا

بِكِ دونَ الخَلقِ لاذا

You—why have you wasted away a lovesick man

Why so unkind to a youth

who sought refuge in you rather than all others?

Who loves none but you, why so?

فتَثنَّتْ ثمَّ قالتْ

فتَثنَّتْ ثمَّ قالتْ

قد جرى الأمرُ على ذا

قد جرى الأمرُ على ذا

Then she swayed and said,

She smiled and then softly said

“Things have indeed gone this way.”

Things are as they are, and so.