أَصَفراءُ كانَ الوُدُّ مِنكِ مُباحا

لَيالِيَ كانَ الهَجرُ مِنكِ قِراحا

My fair one, once your affection was permitted

Those nights your abandonment was yet grief

وَكانَ جَواري الحَيِّ إِذ كُنتِ فيهِمُ

قِباحاً فَلَمّا غِبتِ صِرنَ مِلاحا

And the neighborhood, when you lived in it

Was miserable, but when you left it, became pleasant