يا لهف نفسي على القاقون من أسفٍ

كيف المنية في أجناحها ظفرت

Oh, how my soul yearns for the partridge in sorrow

How did death in its wings gain triumph

كانت كسهم القضا الفتاك في قنصٍ

والريح في هبةٍ والبرق إن خطرت

It was like the arrow of fate’s deadly aim in hunting

And the wind in a gust and lightning if it flashed

لما راتها المنايا وهي صائلةٌ

غارت وقد حسدت حتى بها غدرت

When death saw her while she hunted

It was jealous until with her it betrayed

يا ليت ما الحارث الغدار في تلفٍ

وليت من ببزاة الطير قد خليت

Oh, if only the treacherous hunter did not weave his snare

And if only from the chicks of birds she was spared

ابدى لمولاتهِ غدراً فاهلكها

فهو ابو ظالم وهي بهِ ظلمت

He showed betrayal to his mistress so he destroyed her

For he is the father of the unjust and she by him was wronged

في جبِّ جنين لما ان قضت اجلاً

أرخت واطالما بالصيد قد فتكت

In the ravine of Jenin when she met her fate

She fell and for so long with hunting she ravaged