يَا رَبِّ قَدْ عُلّقْتُهُ

يَا رَبِّ قَدْ عُلّقْتُهُ

لَدْنِ المَعاطِف أَهْيَفَا

لَدْنِ المَعاطِف أَهْيَفَا

O Lord, I have fallen in love with him,

O Lord, I hung it

supple of form and slender-waisted.

By the cloaks, swaying gently,

وَالنَّرْجِسُ الغَضُّ الَّذي

وَالنَّرْجِسُ الغَضُّ الَّذي

في نَاظِرَيْهِ تَأَلَّفَا

في نَاظِرَيْهِ تَأَلَّفَا

And the fresh narcissus that

And the tender narcissus

has gathered in his two eyes

That grew entwined in its eyes,

هُوَ مُضعَفٌ لكنْ بِكَسْ

هُوَ مُضعَفٌ لكنْ بِكَسْ

رِ العَيْنِ أَصْبَحَ مُضْعِفَا

رِ العَيْنِ أَصْبَحَ مُضْعِفَا

is doubled, yet with the lowering

It is fragile but with a touch

of the eye, it has become enfeebling.

Of sadness in its eyes, grows more fragile,

إِنْ كَانَ أَذْنَبَ بالصُّدو

إِنْ كَانَ أَذْنَبَ بالصُّدو

دِ فإِنّ صَبْرِيَ قَدْ عَفَا

دِ فإِنّ صَبْرِيَ قَدْ عَفَا

If he has sinned by turning away,

If it sinned in aloofness

then my patience has worn away.

Then my patience has forgiven,

كَمْ رُمْتُ رِقَّة خَصْرِهِ

كَمْ رُمْتُ رِقَّة خَصْرِهِ

فأبانَ لي مِنْهَا جَفَا

فأبانَ لي مِنْهَا جَفَا

How often I sought the tenderness of his waist,

How often I admired the softness of its waist,

yet from it he showed me harshness.

Only to meet its disdain,

وَطَلبْتُ مِنْ ذَاكَ العِذا

وَطَلبْتُ مِنْ ذَاكَ العِذا

رِ تَعَطُّفاً فَتوقَّفا

رِ تَعَطُّفاً فَتوقَّفا

And I sought from that down upon his cheek

And hoped for tenderness

a kindly inclination, but it held back.

From that haughty one, but it hesitated.