أَبا مالِكٍ طالَ النَهارُ وَطولُهُ

إِذا ما الهَوى بِالنَفسِ داءٌ يُصيبُها

O Malik's father, long has the day been

When love in the soul becomes an ailment

أَرى حاجَتي عِندَ الأَميرِ مَريضَةً

فَهَلّا تُداويها وَأَنتَ طَبيبُها

I see my need with the prince is sick

So why don't you heal it, for you are its doctor