رَهينَةُ أَحجارٍ بِبَيداءَ دَكدَكِ

تَولَّت فحلَّت عروَةَ المُتمسِّكِ

Captive of stones in a white desert

She turned away, so the grip of the one holding on was undone

وقَد كنتُ أَشكو إن تشكَّت وإنَّما

أنا اليَوم أَشكو أنَّها ليسَ تَشتَكي

And I used to complain if she complained but

Today I complain that she does not complain