قلتُ لجَزّارْ عَشِقْتُو كَمْ تُشَرِّحْني

ذَبَحْتَني قالَ ذا شُغلي تُوَبِّخُنِي

I said to the butcher of love, "How much will you dissect me?"

You slaughtered me, he said, "That's my job, don't reproach me."

ومَالْ إليَّ وَبَاسْ رجلي يُرَبّخْني

يُرِيدُ ذَبْحي فينفُخْني لِيَسْلَخنِي

And he leaned towards me and kissed my foot to appease me,

Wanting to slaughter me, he breathes into me to flay me.