بيتُ المسرَّات يا ريحانتي احْتَرَقا

بيتُ المسرَّات يا ريحانتي احْتَرَقا

وفَرَّ أرْبابُهُ واستوطنوا الطُّرُقا

وفَرَّ أرْبابُهُ واستوطنوا الطُّرُقا

The house of joys, O my sweet basil, has burned down.

The house of pleasures, O my basil, burned down

And its owners fled and made the roads their home.

And its owners fled and settled on the roads

لا تسأليني مَن الجاني؟ فَرُبَّتَما

لا تسأليني مَن الجاني؟ فَرُبَّتَما

فتَاةُ أحلام مولاهُ الذي غَرقا

فتَاةُ أحلام مولاهُ الذي غَرقا

Do not ask me who the culprit is—for perhaps

Do not ask me who the culprit is, although

it is the dream girl of its master, who drowned.

The girl of dreams, her Master is He who drowned

قالتْ لقدْ حَرَقَتْ بالغدْرِ سمعتَها

قالتْ لقدْ حَرَقَتْ بالغدْرِ سمعتَها

وجرَّع الهَمُّ عَيْنيْها الكَرَى أرقا

وجرَّع الهَمُّ عَيْنيْها الكَرَى أرقا

She said: “Through treachery she has indeed burned her reputation,

She said they burned her reputation by betrayal

and grief made her eyes swallow sleeplessness in place of slumber.”

And worry made her tearful eyes sleepless

فقلتُ: لو أنصفَتْ صانتْ كرامَتَهَا

فقلتُ: لو أنصفَتْ صانتْ كرامَتَهَا

ولم تَبِتْ كَبِدٌ من كَيْدِها مِزَقا

ولم تَبِتْ كَبِدٌ من كَيْدِها مِزَقا

So I said: “Had she been fair, she would have preserved her dignity,

So I said: If she was equitable she'd have protected her dignity

and no liver would have spent the night in shreds from her scheming.”

And no liver would be torn to shreds by her schemes