زعم الرسول بأنَّني جمّشتهُ

كذِبَ الرسولُ وفالقِ الأصباح

The Messenger claimed that I had struck him

The messenger claimed that I dallied with him,

The Messenger lied at the dawn's first light

The messenger lied, by the Splitter of the Dawns!

إن كنتُ جمّشتُ الرسول فما قضت

روحي أناملُ قابض الأرواح

If I had struck the Messenger, my soul would not rest

If I had dallied with the messenger, then may

My fingers clench the souls tight

The fingers of the Soul-Taker seize my spirit.

شُغلي بحبّكِ يا مليحةُ ليس لي

قلبانِ مشغولٌ وآخر صاحِ

I am busy loving you, oh beautiful one, I have not

My sole work is loving you, O beauty; I have not

Two hearts - one occupied, the other cries out

Two hearts—one occupied, the other sober.