أيُّها المُسهِرُ طَرفي

نَم هَنيئاً نم هنيَّا

O you who deprive my eyes of sleep

Sleep soundly, sleep soundly

ما الذي ضَرّكَ لو كُن

تَ بما قلتَ وفِيَّا

What harm would it do if you were

True to your words and faithful to me

يا مَلياً بالذي أه

واهُ بالحُسنِ مَليَّا

Oh you who tire me with your sighs

And tire me with your beauty

صِل فَقيراً كان لولا

سِحرُ عينيكَ غنيَّا

Have mercy on a poor man who, were it not

For your eyes' magic, would be rich