يا مُهدياً لِي بَنَفسَجاً سَمِجاً

يا مُهدياً لِي بَنَفسَجاً سَمِجاً

وَدِدتُ لَو أَنَّ أَرضَهُ سَبَخُ

وَدِدتُ لَو أَنَّ أَرضَهُ سَبَخُ

O you who give me an ugly violet,

O you who lead me to wilted violets

I wish its soil were a salt flat.

How I wish its land was infertile

يُنذِرُني عاجِلاً مُصَحّفهُ

يُنذِرُني عاجِلاً مُصَحّفهُ

بِأَنَّ عَهدَ الحَبيبِ يَنفَسِخُ

بِأَنَّ عَهدَ الحَبيبِ يَنفَسِخُ

Its mispointed name promptly warns me

Its book warns me soon

That the beloved's pledge will be broken.

That the covenant of the beloved is broken