برغمي بنات الرُّوم حزناً رقابها

وحالُ الهوى بالشيب والهمّ فاسد

Despite my sadness, the Roman girls gracefully move their necks,

And the state of love is corrupted by age and worries,

تبكّي عليهنَّ البطاريقُ في الدّجى

وهنَّ لدينا ملقيات كواسد

The patriarchs cry for them in the darkness,

And here they are with us, casting down their eyes.

أما والصبى إني أعفّ بفقده

وإنَّ ضجيع الجود مني لماجد

But I swear by the youth I have lost,

That I am noble despite the loss of the one who slept beside me.