لِدَولَةِ التُركِ أَشكو

هَولَ الهَوى وَاِنهِيالَه

To the state of the Turks I complain

Of the intensity of passion and yearning

وَما يُعانيهِ قَلبي

مِن جَورِ تِلكَ الغَزالَه

And what my heart endures

From the injustice of that gazelle

وَغايَةَ الأَمرِ أَنّي

مَلَلَتُ كُلَّ المَلالَه

And the crux of the matter is that

I am weary of all weariness

وَقَد أَتَيتُ إِلَيهِم

أُريدُ مِنهُم عَدالَه

And I have come to them

Seeking justice from them