أهِ مِنْ بُحَّةٍ بِغَيْرِ انْقَطَاعٍ

لِفَتَاةٍ مُوْصُولَةِ الإِيْقَاعِ

Oh, the sadness of a maiden's sighing

Incessantly with rhythmic crying

أَتْعَبَتْ حَلْقَهَا وَقَدْ يُجْتَنَى مِنْ

تَعَبِ الحَلْقِ رَاحَةُ الأَسْماعِ

Straining her throat while they enjoy

The soothing rest her efforts employ

فَغَدَتْ تُكْثِرُ البُحَاحَ وَحَطَّتْ

طَبَقَاتِ الأَوْتَارِ بَعْدَ ارْتِفَاعِ

More frequent are her mournful moans

As strings are slackened, lowered their tones

كَأَنِيْنِ المُحِبِّ خَفَّضَ مِنْهُ

صَوْتَ شَكْوَاهُ شِدَّةُ الأَوْجَاعِ

Like a lover's groans made soft and weak

By the intense pain when he can't speak