غَدَت عِرسي تُجَرِّمُ لي ذُنوباً

غَدَت عِرسي تُجَرِّمُ لي ذُنوباً

وَذَنبي عِندَها ذَنبُ المُقِلِّ

وَذَنبي عِندَها ذَنبُ المُقِلِّ

My wife has taken to imputing sins to me;

My wedding night accuses me of sins

And my sin in her eyes is the sin of a man of little means.

Though to her my sin is that of the wretched

تُريني الدَلَّ عَمداً وَهوَ فَركٌ

تُريني الدَلَّ عَمداً وَهوَ فَركٌ

وَهَيهاتَ الفُروكُ مِنَ المُدِلِّ

وَهَيهاتَ الفُروكُ مِنَ المُدِلِّ

She deliberately shows me coyness, though it is aversion;

She shows me the bucket though it is empty

And far indeed is a wife who loathes her husband from one who plays coy.

Alas, the empty can never satisfy