وربَّ ساقٍ قلبُه قَلبه

وربَّ ساقٍ قلبُه قَلبه

أَفديه من قاسٍ ومن ساقِ

أَفديه من قاسٍ ومن ساقِ

And many a cupbearer whose heart is his name reversed;

By the Lord of the ankles whose heart is his heart

I would ransom him, cruel one and cupbearer that he is.

I ransom him from the harsh and the ankles

تحاربَ العشّاق في حُسنه

تحاربَ العشّاق في حُسنه

وَقامَت الحَربُ على ساقِ

وَقامَت الحَربُ على ساقِ

The lovers fought one another over his beauty,

The lovers fight over his beauty

And war stood upon a leg.

And war wages over the ankles