وبي قمرٌ صدَّ ذا صبوةٍ

وبي قمرٌ صدَّ ذا صبوةٍ

شكا لجوى حبّهِ حبَّهُ

شكا لجوى حبّهِ حبَّهُ

And I am smitten with a moon who spurned a yearning lover,

A moon for me, repelling morning's glow,

who complained of his beloved because of the anguish of his love.

Complained of passion's heat, its fiery woe,

تملكهُ وأساء الصنيعَ

تملكهُ وأساء الصنيعَ

فلمْ يبقِ في قلبهِ قلبهُ

فلمْ يبقِ في قلبهِ قلبهُ

He took possession of him and treated him badly,

It overcame him, though he wished it no,

so he left no heart within his heart.

No heart was left him, all to love did go.