الدَّهْرُ يَحْكُمُ بَيْنَنا يا ظالِمَهْ
ها حَالَتي هَاتِي وأنْتِ العالِمَهْ
Time shall judge between us, O my oppressor.
Here is my plight—present it, for you know it well.
الحاظُكِ الدُّعْجُ الوَقاحُ ظَلَمْنَني
هَيْهاتَ لا لا بَلْ لِحاظِي الظالِمَهْ
Your dark-eyed, brazen glances have wronged me.
Far from it—no, no! Rather, my own glances are the guilty ones.
طَرْفي على قَلبي جَنَى لَوْ أنَّني
حارَبْتُ عَيْنِيْ ما غَدَوْتُ مُسَالِمَهْ
My gaze transgressed against my heart; had I but
waged war against your eyes, I would never have made peace.
أنْتِ الأميرُ وأنْتِ خَصمي فاحْكُمي
لِي أو عَلَيَّ فَلنْ أُسائِلَ ذا لِمَهْ
You are the sovereign, and you are my adversary—so judge
for me or against me; I shall never ask why.
مالِيْ لِمَنْ أشكُو سِواكِ ظُلامَتِي
فَلْتَرْحَمي صَبّاً شَكاكِ مَظالِمَهْ
Whom have I but you, to whom I may complain of the wrong done me?
Then have mercy on a lovesick lover who laid his wrongs before you.
Sol 5.6