يا مُخْجِلاً لِلْبَدْرِ في حُسْنِهِ

وَزَائِداً نُوراً عَلَى الشَّمسِ

O one who shames the full moon with his beauty,

And surpasses the sun's radiance,

إِنَّ دُمُوعي فيكَ يا سَيِّدي

تَكَلَّمَتْ عَنْ أَلْسُنٍ خُرْسِ

Indeed, my tears for you, my master,

Spoke for muted tongues.

قُلْ لي مَقالاً واعْتَمِدْ صِدْقَهُ

لأَيِّ شَيءٍ قُتِلَتْ نَفْسي

Say to me something true,

For what reason was my soul slain?