يا تاجرَ الأقباعِ فرقُكَ دائرُ

أبداً لِلَفْقِ فؤاديَ المغبونِ

O hawker of caps, you differ from me, a perpetual circle

My cheated heart is prone to separation

أصبحْتَ قدَّ الشوقِ لكنْ جائراً

والعاشقون لديكَ دونَ الدونِ

You have become as tall as yearning, but unjust

And with you, lovers are the lowest of the low