1. يا هِلالاً قَد تَبَدّى

    فَوقَ أَزرارِ الجُيوب

    O crescent moon that has appeared

    Above the buttons of the necklines,

  2. وَقَضيباً يَتَثَنّى

    فَوقَ أَحقافِ الكَثِيب

    And O branch that sways

    Above the curving ridges of the sandhill,

  3. كُن كَما شِئتَ وَدَعني

    فيكَ مِن قَولٍ كَذُوب

    Be as you wish, and spare me

    False words about you.

  4. لَستَ جَزّاراً وَلَكِن

    أَنتَ جَزّارُ القُلُوب

    You are no butcher, and yet

    You are the butcher of hearts.