تَقُولُ غَرْنَاطَةٌ يَوْماً لِمَالَقَةٍ

لَمَّا اسْتَرَاحَتْ لِوَعْدٍ مِنْكَ مَرْقُوبِ

Granada once said to Malaga

When she rested from your promised vigil

أَمْسَكْتِ يُوسُفَ عَنِّي فِعْلَ ظَالِمَةٍ

فَهَلْ لِيَ الْيَوْمَ إلاَّ حُزْنُ يَعْقُوبِ

You withheld Joseph from me, an unjust deed

So today do I have anything but Jacob's sorrow?