يا من له قلبي أحب

حيث حوى فنّ الأدب

O you who has my heart's love

Where literature's art resides

عندي هنا عويصة

عمَّيتُ عنها لسبب

I was blind to it for a reason

He rose proudly with his head

بَزّ رقى برأسه

عجباً وتيهاً فانقلب

Amazingly confused, so he turned

While she, with a whole heart

وهي بقلبٍ كلِّهِ

فرأسه صار الذنب

His head became the tail