عذيري من هضيمِ الكشحِ أحْوى

عذيري من هضيمِ الكشحِ أحْوى

رخيمِ الدلِّ قد لبسَ الشَّبابا

رخيمِ الدلِّ قد لبسَ الشَّبابا

Who will defend me against one slender-waisted and dark-lipped,

My excuse is that I have grown weary of rejection

gentle in his coquetry, who has donned youth?

While the gentle breeze dons youth again

أعدَّ الهجرَ هاجرةً لقلبي

أعدَّ الهجرَ هاجرةً لقلبي

وصَيَّرَ وعْدَهُ فيها سَرابا

وصَيَّرَ وعْدَهُ فيها سَرابا

He prepared estrangement as a scorching noon for my heart,

He made separation a migrant in my heart

and made his promise a mirage within it.

And turned his promise into a mirage within it