فَوَاللَهِ ما أَدري وَكُلٌّ مُصيبَةٌ

فَوَاللَهِ ما أَدري وَكُلٌّ مُصيبَةٌ

بِأَيِّ مَكيداتِ النِساءِ أُكادُ

بِأَيِّ مَكيداتِ النِساءِ أُكادُ

So, by God, I do not know—and each is a calamity—

By Allah, I know not, and every misfortune

By which of women's wiles I am ensnared.

By what plots of women I am nearly undone.

غُرورُ مَواعيدٍ كَأَنَّ جَداءَها

غُرورُ مَواعيدٍ كَأَنَّ جَداءَها

جَدى بارِقاتٍ مُزنُهُنَّ جَمادُ

جَدى بارِقاتٍ مُزنُهُنَّ جَمادُ

The deceit of promises, as though their bounty

Vain promises, as though their cords

Were that of lightning flashes whose clouds yield no rain.

Were live coals whose heat is never gone.