لم أنس لو طال المدى

وتقادمت شهبُ السنين

Though time may pass, I'll not forget

The glittering stars of memories yet

عجانة ضنت علَي

يَ بريقها العذب الثمين

'Ujana was miserly with me

Withholding her sweet brilliance, you see

لكنني لما لثم

تُ خدودها عدد الطحين

But when I kissed her cheeks, like flour

And claimed that I deserved her flower

وزعمت أني كفؤها

لانت كما لان العجين

You were not as soft as dough, my dear

As the grinding stones that millstones steer