قَد قالَ سِنَّورُنا وَأَعهَدُهُ

قَد كانَ عَضباً مُفَوَّها لَسِنا

Our neighborhood's cat is gone, her empty food bowl tells us so

She would get mad if we forgot to feed her on time

لَو أَصبَحَت عِندَنا جَنازَتُها

لَحُنِّطَت وَاِشتَرى لَها كَفَنا

If we found her lifeless body

We would have buried her, bought her a shroud

ثُمَّ جَمَعنا صَحابَتي وَغَدوا

فيهِم كُرَيبٌ يَبكي وَقامَ لَنا

Then we gathered my friends and they came

Among them a child crying, pleading to us

كُلُّ عَجوزٍ حَلوٍ شَمائِلُها

كانَت لِجُرذانِ بَيتِنا شَجَنا

Every sweet old lady's looks

Were but anguish to our house's mice

مِن كُلِّ حَدباءَ ذاتِ خَشخَشَةٍ

أَو جُرَذٍ ذي شَوارِبٍ أَرِنا

From every bumpy, scratchy hill

Or whiskered mouse they did appeal

سُقياً لِسَنَّورَةٍ فُجِعتُ بِها

كانَتِ لِمَيثاءَ حَقبَةً سَكَنا

Quenching our cat's thirst whom I grieved for

She had been a home for Maythaa for an epoch