يا عُتبَ سَيِّدَتي أَما لَكَ دينُ

حَتّى مَتى قَلبي لَدَيكِ رَهينُ

O my reproachful beloved, have you no religion

That my heart remains hostage to you indefinitely?

وَأَنا الذَلولُ لِكُلِّ ما حَمَّلتِني

وَأَنا الشَقِيُّ البائِسُ المِسكينُ

I remain humble to all that you have burdened me with

I remain wretched, miserable and helpless

وَأَنا الغَداةَ لِكُلِّ باكٍ مُسعِدٌ

وَلِكُلِّ صَبٍّ صاحِبٌ وَخَدينُ

In the morning I console every weeping lover

And accompany every youth in love

لا بَأسَ إِنَّ لِذاكَ عِندي راحَةً

لِلصَبِّ أَن يَلقى الحَزينَ حَزينُ

It's fine, I have some respite for that

For a youth in love to find a sad one is sad too

يا عُتبُ أَينَ أَفِرُّ مِنكِ أَميرَتي

وَعَلَيَّ حِصنٌ مِن هَواكِ حَصينُ

O my reproach where can I flee from you my princess

When your love has imprisoned me in an impregnable fortress