بيتُ المسرَّات يا ريحانتي احْتَرَقا

وفَرَّ أرْبابُهُ واستوطنوا الطُّرُقا

The house of pleasures, O my basil, burned down

And its owners fled and settled on the roads

لا تسأليني مَن الجاني؟ فَرُبَّتَما

فتَاةُ أحلام مولاهُ الذي غَرقا

Do not ask me who the culprit is, although

The girl of dreams, her Master is He who drowned

قالتْ لقدْ حَرَقَتْ بالغدْرِ سمعتَها

وجرَّع الهَمُّ عَيْنيْها الكَرَى أرقا

She said they burned her reputation by betrayal

And worry made her tearful eyes sleepless

فقلتُ: لو أنصفَتْ صانتْ كرامَتَهَا

ولم تَبِتْ كَبِدٌ من كَيْدِها مِزَقا

So I said: If she was equitable she'd have protected her dignity

And no liver would be torn to shreds by her schemes