بِأَبي هَل مَلَأتَ عَيناً بِشَيءٍ

هُوَ أَسلاكَ يا حَبيبِيَ بَعدي

By my father's life, have you filled your eyes with something

That took you away from me, my beloved?

طَعمُ كَأسي مُرٌّ إِذا لَم تَزُرني

وَهوَ يَحلو إِذا رَأَيتُكَ عِندي

The taste of my cup is bitter when you don't visit me

And it sweetens when I see you here with me