ما أقول أنا لبيه .. وما أقول سمّى

ياعيونه اللي ما صفت لي وتكدّرت

What shall I say, my father, and what shall I name

O eyes that did not describe to me and turned gloomy

يا صاحبي بكفيك مدحي وذمّي

كان الجفا تقصير يا زين قصرت

O my companion with your palms my praise and blame

If being aloof was remiss, you did good to distance

يا من نثر برماح الأهداب دمي

لو للجروح ضماد وصلٍ تصبّرت

O you who strewed with eyelash arrows my blood

If wounds have a balm, you would have been patient

لا شك ما انته يا دعج العين يمّي

لا والذي اطغاك زين وَتكَبّرت

No doubt you are the pupil of the eye, my lord

No, by Him who made you good and you grew arrogant

ظامي هوى وشربت من فيض همّي

ويوم ارتوت روحي من الدمع صدرت

My dark night is passion and I drank from the abundance of my worries

And the day my soul was sated from tears, I repelled