ما لِي وَما لإِبنَةِ المَجنُونِ تَطرُقُني

بِالليلِ إِنَّ نَهاري مِنكِ يَكفِيني

What business have I with the madman's daughter knocking at my door in the night?

Your daytime is enough for me.

لا أَخذَعُ البَوَّ بَوَّ الزَعمِ أَرأَمُهُ

وَلا أُقيمُ بِدارِ العَجزِ وَالهُونِ

I don't cheat the wind with empty boasts - do I look like a braggart?

Nor do I stay in the house of weakness and disgrace.

وَشرُّ حَشوِ خِباءٍ أَنتَ مُولِجُهُ

مَجنونَةٌ هُنَّباءٌ بِنتُ مَجنُونِ

The worst thatch for a shack is when you are the one who put it together,

You mad, foolish girl, daughter of a madman.

تَستَخبِثُ الوَطبَ لَم تَنقُص مَرِيرَتَهُ

وَتَقضِمُ الحَبَّ صِرفاً غَيرَ مَطحُونِ

You make the perfume go bad, you don't reduce its bitterness,

And you destroy love, breaking it before it's ground.