شَرِقْتُ بعَبْرَتِي لَمَّا تَغَنَّتْ

عَلَى الأَوْتَارِ رَائِقَةُ الشَّبَابِ

I shed a tear when the fair maiden sang

Accompanying herself on the strings

وَمَا اسْتَعْبَرْتُ مِنْ طَرَبٍ وَلكِنْ

يُذَكِّرُنِي الرَّبَابُ هَوَى الرَّبَابِ

Not from grief was I brought to weep

But the lute reminded me of one I love