لِسَعيدٍ شَوَيهَةٌ

نالَها الضُرُّ وَالعَجَف

A little misery for Sa'id,

Brought by hardship and distress.

فَتَغَنَّت وَأَبصَرَت

رَجُلاً حامِلاً عَلَف

She sang and saw,

A man carrying fodder.

بِأَبي مَن بِكَفِّهِ

بُرءُ دائي مِنَ الدَنَف

By He who in His palm,

Lies the cure for my sickness and grief.

فَأَتاها مُطَمِّعاً

وَأَتَتهُ لِتَعتَلِف

He approached her greedily,

And she came to be dependent.

ثُمَّ وَلّى فَأَقبَلَت

تَتَغَنّى مِنَ الأَسَف

Then he turned away, so she returned,

Singing in sorrow.

لَيتَهُ لَم يَكُن وَقَف

عَذَّبَ القَلبَ وَاِنصَرَف

If only he had not stood,

Tormenting the heart, then left.