إِنَّ الحَبيبَ تَرَوَّحَت أَجمالُهُ

أُصُلاً فَدَمعُكَ دائِمٌ إِسبالُهُ

The beloved's beauty has vanished

And your tears flow ceaselessly

إِقنِ الحَياءَ فَقَد بَكَيتَ بِعَولَةٍ

إِن كانَ يَنفَعُ باكِياً إِعوالُهُ

Be modest, for you have wept loudly

As if crying loudly would bring him back

قَد راحَ في تِلكَ الحُمُولِ عَشِيَّةً

شَخصٌ يَسُرُّكَ حُسنُهُ وَجَمالُهُ

In the meadows he walked one evening

A man whose beauty and grace delighted you

شَخص غَضيض الطَرف مضطم الحَشا

عَبل المدملج مشبع خلخاله

A tender-eyed, plump-cheeked man

With curly hair and anklets

يا حَبَّذا تِلكَ الحُمُولُ وَحَبَّذا

شَخصٌ هُناكَ وَحَبَّذا أَمثالُهُ

Blessed are those meadows and blessed

Is that man who was there and others like him