لَولا عُيونٌ مِنَ الواشينَ تَرمُقُني

لَولا عُيونٌ مِنَ الواشينَ تَرمُقُني

وَما أُحاذُرهُ مِن قَول حُرّاسي

وَما أُحاذُرهُ مِن قَول حُرّاسي

Were it not for the eyes of informers watching me,

Were it not for spies' eyes that watch me

and what I fear my guards might say,

And what I fear from my guards' talk

لَزُرتُكُم لا أُكافيكُم بِجَفوَتِكم

لَزُرتُكُم لا أُكافيكُم بِجَفوَتِكم

مَشيا عَلى الوَجه أَو سَعيا عَلى الرأسِ

مَشيا عَلى الوَجه أَو سَعيا عَلى الرأسِ

I would surely visit you, not repay your coldness in kind,

I would visit you, not repaying your aloofness

walking on my face or hurrying on my head.

Walking on my face or crawling on my head