وَصَحيفَةٍ تَحكي الضَمي

رَ مَليحَةٍ نَغَماتُها

A page that tells of sadness

Of a melody whose tunes

جاءَت وَقَد قَرِحَ الفُؤا

دُ لِطولِ ما اِستَبطاتُها

Came when longing had festered

For how long they were held back

فَضَحِكتُ حينَ رَأَيتُها

وَبَكَيتُ حينَ قَراتُها

I laughed when I saw it

And cried when I read it

عَيني رَأَت ما أَنكَرَت

فَتَبادَرَت عَبَراتُها

My eyes saw what they denied

So its tears came rushing forth

أَظَلومُ نَفسي في يَدَي

كِ حَياتُها وَمَماتُها

My soul is in your hands

Its life and death belong to you