قد كان فودى ناظرا بسواده

قد كان فودى ناظرا بسواده

شغفا جمال صباى ذاك الناظر

شغفا جمال صباى ذاك الناظر

My temple-lock once was a gazing eye in its blackness,

Once Fodda gazed with passion at the grace

That eye enamored of the beauty of my youth.

Of a fair youth who returned his ardent stare

والآن قد ذهب الصبي فابيضّ من

والآن قد ذهب الصبي فابيضّ من

حزن عليه سواد ذاك الناظر

حزن عليه سواد ذاك الناظر

And now the youth has gone; whitened by

But now the boy is gone, and from distress

Grief for him is the blackness of that eye.

The gazer's raven locks have turned to hair