دِبسِيَّةُ الاِسمِ لَكِن

نَ صَوتَها صَوتُ عَيرِ

Her name is Doe though her voice

Is a screech like a camel's bray

قَبّاضَةٌ كُلَّ أَمرٍ

كَقَبضِ بازِ الطَيرِ

Grasping is her every deed

Like a hawk seizing prey

قالَت لَنا كَيفَ أَنتُم

عَيني وَنَحنُ بِخَيرِ

She asked us how are you

My eyes while we are well

أَمرَضتِ قَلبي فَما إِن

يُطيقُ خِدمَةَ ديرِ

You have sickened my heart so it

Can no longer serve the cell