لمّا تَبَوَّأَ من فُؤادي مَنزلاً

وغَدا يُسَلِّطُ مُقلَتَيهِ علَيهِ

When you found a home in my heart,

And your glances began to reign over it,

نادَيتهُ مُستَرحماً من زَفرَةٍ

أَفضَت بِأَسرار الضَمير إليهِ

I called out to you, begging mercy from a sigh,

That had poured out the secrets of my soul to you.

رِفقاً بمنزِلكَ الذي تَحتَلُّهُ

يا مَن يُخَرِّبُ بَيتَه بِيَدَيهِ

Gently, in the home you occupy,

O you who destroys his house with his own hands.