أَضنى الهوى جَسدي وأَكسفَ بالي

وحُرمتُ وصلَ الشادِنِ الطّبَّالِ

Love has made my body frail and clothed it in mourning

I am denied union with the singer, the tambourine player.

رمتُ الوِصالَ فقالَ خطبٌ هيِّنٌ

لكنَّ كيسَك مثلُ طَبلي خالِ

I aspired to union, and it said “easy does it”

But your purse is as empty as my tambourine.