مُحبّ شَفَّهُ ألمُه

وخامرَ جسمَهُ سقمُه

The lover's lips hurt

And his body ached from his illness

وباحَ بما يُجمجمُهُ

من الأسرارِ مُكتتمُه

And he confessed what was tormenting him

Of his concealed secrets

أما ترثى لِمكتَئبٍ

يُحبَّكَ لحمُهُ ودَمُه

Won't you have mercy on a depressed one

Who loves you with his flesh and blood

يغارُ على قميصكَ حي

نَ تلبسُهُ ويتهمُه

He gets jealous of your shirt when

You wear it and accuses it