كايَدَكُم دَهرُكُم بِزامِرَةٍ

كايَدَكُم دَهرُكُم بِزامِرَةٍ

تُحدِثُ غَمّاً في كُلِّ سَراءِ

تُحدِثُ غَمّاً في كُلِّ سَراءِ

Your fate has schemed against you with a woman flautist,

The days have played for you on a flute

Who brings sorrow into every joy.

That brought grief to every happiness.

فَاِربُطوا شَدقَها إِذا نَفَخَت

فَاِربُطوا شَدقَها إِذا نَفَخَت

فَذاكَ أَولى بِها مِنَ الناءِ

فَذاكَ أَولى بِها مِنَ الناءِ

So bind her mouth when she blows,

So when it blew tie fast its lips -

For that befits her more than the flute.

That suits it better than sighing.