ناديتُ دُمْلَجَها فديتُكَ دُمْلَجاً

لا تجرحنَّ يداً لها عندي يدُ

I called out to her who was wrapped in darkness, I would give my life for you, oh shrouded one,

Do not wound a hand that is dear to me,

فأجابني أنا دُملجٌ ذو غلظةٍ

إني أرقُّ لها وقلبي جلمدُ

He replied to me, I am rough darkness,

Though for her I am tender, my heart is frozen stone