جرَّت على الروح جريالها

وسلَّت من الراح سلسالها

Her tears dragged through my soul

And loosened from the wind its chains

اهل دمية القصر محرابها

يمثَّل لي بك تمثالها

The people of the palace doll's shrine

Acted out for me her idol

تنصَّع خالا بخد الفتاة

لعيني فتحسبها خالها

A mole assumes the cheek of a girl

My eyes think it her mole

ويا ربّ ربة قرط هناك

تعمَّدت افصم خلخالها

By the Lord of the lady there wearing earrings

She intended to deafen the sound of her anklets

وما كنت احسب نفس القتيل

بعينك تعشق قتَّالها

And I did not expect the soul of the slain

With your eyes to love his killer