بِأَبي مَن ضَنَّ عَني بِالسَلام

وَلَوى دَيني وَلَم يَرعَ الذِمام

By my father who was stingy with greetings to me

And twisted my religion and did not restrain the blame,

وَكَوى قَلبي بِما أَسمَعَني

مِن كَلامٍ وَقعُهُ وَقعُ السِهام

And wounded my heart with what I heard from him

Of words whose impact was like arrows,

إِنَّما أَبكي عَلى جارِيَةٍ

قادَتِ القَلبَ إِلَيها بِزِمام

I only cry for a neighbor girl

Who led my heart to her by its reins,

حَسَدَتني نَظرَةً في وَجهِها

إِذ جَلَسنا فَاِستَحَثَّت لِلقِيام

She envied me a glance at her face

When we sat so she hastened to stand,

ثُمَّ قالَت يا اِزدَجِر عَنّا فَما

بَينَنا إِلّا سَلامٌ بِسَلام

Then she said, O turn away from us for between us

Is only greetings with greetings.

بَلَّغوها باطِلاً فَاِنصَرَفَت

نَفسُها عَنّي بِظَنٍّ وَاِتِّهام

They wrongly told her so she turned

Her soul from me in suspicion and blame.

لَيتَ حَظّي مِنكِ يا سَيِّدَتي

نَظرَةٌ أَنظُرُها في كُلِّ عام

Would that my share of you, Mistress, were

A glance I can look at each year.