قَد عَلِقنا سِواكِ عِلقاً نَفيساً

وَصَرَفنا إِلَيهِ عَنكِ النُفوسا

We have hung your memory high, a precious pendant,

And turned to it our souls away from you.

وَلَبِسنا الجَديدَ مِن خِلعِ الحُ

بِّ وَلَم نَألُ أَن خَلَعنا اللَبيسا

We have put on new love, having taken off the old,

Nor did we ever cease to strip away what cloaks us.

لَيسَ مِنكِ الهَوى وَلا أَنتِ مِنهُ

اِهبِطي مِصرَ أَنتِ مِن قَومِ موسى

This passion is not from you, nor are you from it,

Descend to Egypt, you belong to Moses' tribe.