دموعُ عيني ديمةٌ تقطرُ

دموعُ عيني ديمةٌ تقطرُ

تَبكي على حجرٍ ولا تفترُ

تَبكي على حجرٍ ولا تفترُ

My eye’s tears are a steady, dripping rain;

My tears are ever-flowing, dripping down,

It weeps for Hujr and does not relent.

Weeping on stone but not relenting,

لَو كانَت القوس على أُسرةٍ

لَو كانَت القوس على أُسرةٍ

ما حمل السيفَ له الأعورُ

ما حمل السيفَ له الأعورُ

Had the bow been in a clan’s hands,

If only the bow belonged to a fair maiden,

The one-eyed man would not have borne the sword against him.

The one-eyed man would not have bore the sword.