في التخت كم رَبطوني

في التخت كم رَبطوني

بعدما قد قمّطوني

بعدما قد قمّطوني

How often they tied me up in the bed,

On the bed how they tied me

After they had swaddled me!

After they had stripped me

وبراسخت ونيلي

وبراسخت ونيلي

وخضاب قد خططوني

وخضاب قد خططوني

And with rasakht and indigo,

With rope and palm leaves

And dye, they drew lines on me.

And henna they had painted me

يا حزينكم يا بختي

يا حزينكم يا بختي

كنت حين أرقد بتختي

كنت حين أرقد بتختي

Oh, your poor wretch! Oh, my luck!

Oh how miserable you are, my luck

Whenever I lay down in my bed,

When I used to sleep in my bed

لا أزال أرشرش تحتي

لا أزال أرشرش تحتي

أي وأبكي ني ني ني

أي وأبكي ني ني ني

I kept sprinkling beneath me,

I still rustle beneath me

Ay! And I cried, “Nee, nee, nee!”

Oh how I weep nee nee nee

لو طلبت أنا رضاعه

لو طلبت أنا رضاعه

وعملت ذي الدلاعه

وعملت ذي الدلاعه

If I asked to be nursed,

If I had asked for suckling

And made this childish fuss,

And acted like a pampered one

ذا الزمان كانت سقاعه

ذا الزمان كانت سقاعه

وعلي وضرّبوني

وعلي وضرّبوني

Back then, that was considered impudence,

This time would have been disgraceful

And they set upon me and beat me.

And they would have beaten me