1. يا تاجرَ الأقباعِ فرقُكَ دائرُ

    أبداً لِلَفْقِ فؤاديَ المغبونِ

    O merchant of caps, your parting keeps circling,

    Forever to stitch together my defrauded heart.

  2. أصبحْتَ قدَّ الشوقِ لكنْ جائراً

    والعاشقون لديكَ دونَ الدونِ

    You have become as tall as longing, yet unjust,

    And lovers, in your eyes, are lower than the lowliest.