أَساقِيَتي كَأساً أَمَرَّ مِنَ الصَبرِ

وَمُحوِجَتي مِن صَفوِ عَيشٍ إِلى كَدَر

O you who pours for me a cup more bitter than aloes,

And drives me from the clarity of life into its murky distress,

وَكُنتُ عَزيزاً قَبلَ أَن أَعرِفَ الهَوى

فَأَلبَسَني ثَوبَ المَذَلَّةِ وَالصَغَر

I was mighty and dignified before I knew passion,

But it has clothed me in the robe of humiliation and abasement.