سادتي كم أتشكى

لحليّ يتغمَّمْ

My masters, how I complain

To the adorned beauty who frowns

صرت من وهميَ تيساً

للمراعي يتشمَّمْ

I became, due to my delusions, a goat

Who smells the pastures

ما له في الشام مرعى

فدعوه يتقمَّمْ

It has no pasture in Damascus

So let it browse and feed