تظُنّني قدْ بِتُّ مَحمُومَا

لأَنَّني أَصْبحتُ مَتْخُومَا

You think I have become lovesick

Because I have become deceived

تخِمتُ من جُوعٍ وإِنِّي كما

تعرِفُني مَا زِلْتُ مَنْهُوما

I am fed up with hunger yet as

You know me, I remain resolute

عِند لئِيمٍ كنتُ إِذْ جئتُه

أَكثرَ مِنْه في الورَى لُوما

With a scoundrel I was when I came to him

More blameworthy than him in existence

ظلمتُ نفْسي في رَوَاحِي له

وطَالَمَا قد كُنتُ مَظْلُوما

I wronged myself in my inclinations towards him

And I have long been wronged

تبعتُه جهلاً فلا يُنكر الـ

ـخرابَ من يَتْبَعُ البُوما

I followed him foolishly so it is no wonder

Ruin comes to those who follow the wicked

وأَخَّر الأَكل إِلى أَن غدتْ

عَيْني مِن دمْعتها مِيما

And I delayed eating until my

Eyes overflowed with their tears

فانصبَّت الأَخْلاطُ في معدتي

وامتلأَت من شرِّها شُوما

So disorders gathered in my stomach

And it filled up with their evils

وسام مني الأَكل من زاده

يا ليت منه كنتُ مَحْرُوما

Food passed me by from his provisions

Oh how I wish I was deprived of it

وجاءَنا من بعد لأْيٍ به

ودمْعُه في العين مَسْجوما

And after a while he came to us

With tears welling up in his eyes

مُنْكشِفاً منكسراً قد بدا

ما منه عِندي صَار مَرْجُوما

Appearing downcast and broken, it seemed

To me whatever was his became cast out

وكان في همٍّ وفي هِمَّةٍ

كأَنَّه قد نحَرَ الكُومَا

And he was worried and determined

As if he had slaughtered a sheep

ولم أَجِدْ لحْماً ولكن وجد

تُ الفول والكُرَّات والثُّومَا

But I did not find meat, rather I found

Beans, potatoes and garlic

فاختلط الخلطُ بذاك الخرا

وصارَ في المِعدة زقُّوما

So those ingredients mixed with that ruin

And became poison in the stomach

يا لَطَعامٍ متُّ من أَكْله

لعلَّه قد كان مَسْمُوما

Oh what a lethal meal from eating

Perhaps it was even poisoned

وجاءَنا الشَّادِي يُغنِّي فما

غنَّى من الشِّعر سوى قُوما

And the singer came to us but did not

Sing any poetry except nonsense