يَا بِنتَ أحمَدَ يَعقُوبٍ لَعِبتِ بِنَا

وهِجتِ لِلمُرعَوينَ الهَمَّ وَالحَزَنا

O daughter of Ahmad Yaqub, you have made sport of us;

You stirred anxiety and sorrow in the distraught.

وكَم فَتَنتِ فَتًى عَن سِحرِ فَاتِنَةٍ

مَا إِن أتَاكِ فَتًى ِإلاَّ بِكِ افتَتَنا

How many a youth have you beguiled away from an enchantress’s spell;

No youth has ever come to you without becoming captivated by you.

وكَم سَلَبتِ لَبِيباً لُبَّهُ وَلَهاً

حتى غَدَا كَلِفاً في لَوعَةٍ وعَنَا

How many a discerning man have you robbed of his reason, love-bewildered,

Until he became lovesick, in burning anguish and suffering.

مَازِلتُ أسمَعُ هَذَا عَنكِ مُذ زَمَنٍ

ولاَ أُبَالِى حتى فُتِنتُ أنَا

Long had I heard this said of you,

And paid it no heed—until I myself was captivated.