فِداكَ أَبي ما لي أَراكِ بِحَسرَةٍ

بُليتِ بِهَجرٍ أَو دُهيتِ بِبَينِ

I ransom you with my father, why do I see you so wistfully

Afflicted by estrangement or worn out by separation

وَما لي أَرى ديباجَ خَدِّكِ أَصفَراً

وَنَرجِسَتي عَينَيكِ ذابِلَتَينِ

Why do I see the brocade of your cheek turned yellow

And my narcissi, your eyes, all withered

زَعَمتِ بِأَنّي لَستُ أُحسِنُ عُذرَةً

أَلا إِنَّ ذا عُذري فَكَيفَ تَرَيني

You claimed that I cannot make a good excuse

Behold, this is my excuse, so how do you see me