لَولا الأَغَرُّ وَجَريُهُ اِنَةَ مالِكٍ

لَولا الأَغَرُّ وَجَريُهُ اِنَةَ مالِكٍ

أَلفَيتُ ما بِفَنائِكُم يَتَمَزَّعُ

أَلفَيتُ ما بِفَنائِكُم يَتَمَزَّعُ

Were it not for al-Agharr and his running, O [daughter?] of Malik,

Were it not for the proud one and his flowing locks,

I would have found what was in your courtyard being torn apart.

I would not find, in your abode, such torment.