رَمَوْا بِالسُّلُوِّ حَلِيفَ الْغَرَامِ

وَأَدْمُعُهُ كَالْحَيَا الْهَاطِلِ

They threw arrows at the bosom friend of love

And his tears flowed like heavy rain

أَعُوذُ بِعِزِّكَ يَاسَيِّدِي

لِذُلِّيَ مِنْ دَعْوَةِ الْبَاطِلِ

I seek refuge in your might, my Lord

From the call of those who are lowly and vain