سَرَقتَ يا ظبيُ كُتبي

أَلحَقتَ كتبي بِقَلبي

You stole my books, oh gazelle

My books you took, along with my heart

فَلَو فَعَلتَ جَميلا

رَدَدتَ قَلبي وَكُتبي

Had you done me a kindness, however small

My heart and books, you would impart