يا مَن لَهُ في عَينِهِ عَقرَبُ

يا مَن لَهُ في عَينِهِ عَقرَبُ

فَكُلُّ مَن مَرَّ بِها تَضرِبُ

فَكُلُّ مَن مَرَّ بِها تَضرِبُ

O you with a scorpion in your eye,

O you whose eye contains a scorpion

O you who harbors a scorpion within his eye,

So it stings everyone who passes by it,

So it strikes all who pass by

That strikes everyone who passes near,

وَمَن لَهُ شَمسٌ عَلى خَدِّهِ

وَمَن لَهُ شَمسٌ عَلى خَدِّهِ

طالِعَةٌ بِالسَعدِ ما تَغرُبُ

طالِعَةٌ بِالسَعدِ ما تَغرُبُ

And you whose cheek bears a sun,

And he who has a sun upon his cheek

And who bears a sun upon his cheek,

Rising with good fortune, never setting.

Ever rising, never setting

Rising with good fortune, never to set,

يا بَكرُ مَن سَمَّيتُهُ سَيِّدي

يا بَكرُ مَن سَمَّيتُهُ سَيِّدي

مَلُحتَ لي جِسماً فَما تَعذُبُ

مَلُحتَ لي جِسماً فَما تَعذُبُ

O Bakr, whom I called my master,

O Bakr, whom I call my master

O Bakr, whom I have called my master,

You are lovely to me in body, yet you are not sweet.

You have become a torment to me

You are beautiful of body to me, yet you are not sweet,

وَصارَ إِعراضاً بِشاشاتُكُم

وَصارَ إِعراضاً بِشاشاتُكُم

وَماتَ ذاكَ السَهلُ وَالمَرحَبُ

وَماتَ ذاكَ السَهلُ وَالمَرحَبُ

And your smiles have turned to aversion,

Your bright face has turned away

Your cheerfulness has turned into avoidance,

And that friendliness and welcome have died.

And the easy, welcoming place is dead

And dead are the words of ease and welcome.