1. شَكا الحِبُّ مِن بَعضِ أَسنانِه

    وَتِلك اليتيمُ مِنَ الجَوهَرِ

    The beloved complained about some of his teeth.

    And that tooth is the orphan among jewels.

  2. فَجاءَ إِلى قَلعِهِ قالعٌ

    فَسالَ سُلاف اللّمى السُّكري

    Then a tooth-puller came to extract it.

    Then the pure wine of sugar-sweet, dusky lips flowed.

  3. فَبَادَرتُ لِلرّشفِ مُرتشفاً

    سَكِرتُ وَمن قبلُ لم أسكرِ

    So I hastened to sip, drinking it in.

    I grew drunk, though I had never been drunk before.

  4. فَيا قالِعُ اِرفقْ بحِبّي وبي

    فَأَمّا اليتيمَ فَلا تَقهرِ

    So, O tooth-puller, be gentle with my beloved and me.

    So as for the orphan, do not oppress him.