بِأَبي وَأُمّي أَنتِ مِن مَظلومَةٍ

طَبِنَ العَدُوُّ لَها فَغَيَّرَ حالَها

By my father and mother you are of the oppressed

The enemy was pleased with her and changed her state

لَو أَنَّ عَزَّةَ خاصَمَت شَمسَ الضُحى

في الحُسنِ عِندَ مُوَفَّقٍ لَقَضى لَها

If only Azzeh contended with the sun at dawn

In beauty in the eyes of Muwaffaq he would judge for her

وَسَعى إِلَيَّ بِصَرمِ عَزَّةَ نِسوَةٌ

جَعَلَ المَليكُ خُدودَهُنَّ نِعالَها

And women came to me wearing the anklets of Azzeh's pride

The King made their cheeks his slippers