يا صاح لي خل ساني

بين البقر

O friend of mine, let my tongue be still

Among the cattle

لابس قميص رنج ثاني

بلا مصر

Wearing a shirt of different hue

Without Egypt

وشاربه حلبباني

طريق ذر

Drinking aleppo-berry juice

On the path of fate

يعرد بميضاف جنونه

أين حسام

Babbling in his madness

Where is the sword

شريم صارم عيون

يبرى العظام

Keen, stern-eyed blade

That cleaves bones

ما جهد معشوق غاني

غلبه ظهر

No struggle for the singing lover

Afternoon overcame him

قد جر حبلى ولواه

عقل الصميل

He dragged my rope though delirious

Reason of the small bucket

وكان لي قلب يهواه

وهو يميل

And I had a heart that loved him

Though it was leaning

وللآن صوفان تفاداه

طلع عليل

And to this day he avoided my Sufi ways

It came out sickly

واعيان ثنتين صيانى

لكن مدر

Two fresh eyes preserved me

But without awareness