يا بِنتَ مَن لَم يَكُ يَهوى بِنتا

يا بِنتَ مَن لَم يَكُ يَهوى بِنتا

ما كُنتِ إِلّا خَمسَةً أَو سِتّا

ما كُنتِ إِلّا خَمسَةً أَو سِتّا

O daughter of one who never loved a daughter,

O daughter of one who never loved a girl

You were only five or six

You were but five or six years old

حَتّى حَلَلتِ في الحَشى وَحَتّى

حَتّى حَلَلتِ في الحَشى وَحَتّى

فَتَّتِّ قَلبي مِن جَوىً فَاِنفَتّا

فَتَّتِّ قَلبي مِن جَوىً فَاِنفَتّا

When you settled within my breast, and when

Until you crept into my heart and there

You shattered my heart with anguish, so it crumbled.

My heart was cleft by passion, rent in two

لَأَنتِ خَيرٌ مِن غُلامٍ بَتّا

لَأَنتِ خَيرٌ مِن غُلامٍ بَتّا

يُصبِحُ سَكرانَ وَيُمسي بَهتا

يُصبِحُ سَكرانَ وَيُمسي بَهتا

Surely you are better than a boy, beyond doubt,

For you are better than an idle lad

Who begins the day drunk and ends it dazed.

Who wakes up drunk and goes to sleep confused