وَلَيلى ما كَفاها الهَجرُ حَتّى

أَرَتني جُرحَ قَلبي بِالعُيونِ

Laila was not satisfied with my estrangement until

She saw with her eyes the wound in my heart

وَما قَنَعتَ بِسَفكِ دِمى وَلكِن

أَباحَت في الهَوى عَرضي وَديق

And you were not content with shedding my blood but

In passion made public my honor and faith

فَقُلتُ لَها اِرحَمي الاِمى قالَت

بامى قَد بَليت فَمن مُعيني

So I said to her, "Have mercy on one in pain," and she said,

"My mother, I am afflicted so who will help me?"

أَتَرحَمُ في الغَرام وَأَنت صب

وَهل في الحُب يا أُمّي اِرحَميني

"Can you have mercy in passion when you are aflame?

Is there in love, my mother, any pity for me?"