مَن مُجيري مِن رُدَيني قَدّه

زُجُّهُ شيءٌ يُسمّى بِالزَجَج

Who will protect me from the pain of yearning

The agony, like glass, pierces deep

ها دَمي مِن وَخزَةٍ في خَدِّهِ

ظاهِرٌ مِن غَيرِ تَبيينِ حُجَج

See my blood trickle from the wound upon his cheek

Though no clear cause is shown for this attack

فَأعيذوا صَبَّهُ مِن صَدِّهِ

قَبلَ طَيِّ في لِوىً أَو مُنعَرَج

So give the lover shelter from rejection's sting

Before he's led astray or takes some crooked path