يا رسمَ من أعطى الهوى

مفتاحَ قلبي المقفلِ

O image of the one who gave love

The key to my locked heart

في حبه فنيَ الصبا

وشباب أيامي بلي

In his love my youth passed

And the days of my prime withered

يا ويح ما ضيعت في

هِ من قليل مخجلِ

Alas how much I wasted

Of my shy little self

ماضيَّ ضاع ولو قدر

ت لجدت بالمستقبلِ

My past is lost and if I could

I would make up with the future

يا رسم كم من ليلةٍ

أبكي وأستبكيك لي

O image many a night

I cry and cry for you

حتى رجعتُ مخادعاً

ومَضيتُ جد مضلّلِ

Until I returned deceiving

And went on completely lost

أرنُو لدمعي بادياً

في وجهك المتهللِ

I plead for my tears to show

On your gleeful face

فإخال عينك هَزّها

شَكوى الغريب المهملِ

So your eyes would shake

Hearing the complaint of the neglected stranger

فَبَكَت وتلك دموعها

هَذِي تَسيل وذِي تَلي

And she cried those were her tears

Flowing down continuously