يا ابن الأمين وحسب بي

ت الخالصيين أمينها

O son of the trustee, and enough is my ancestry

Of the noble houses, its trustee

تشكو اليراعة ربها

مذ طال فيه حنينها

She complains to her Lord

Since longing in it grew long

هي راية مرفوعة

للمجد وهو يمينها

It is a banner raised

For glory, and it is her right

فالى م يهجرها وقد

عطفت عليه شجونها

Why did he abandon her when she

Turned to him with her sorrows

قد حرك الإحساس في

القلب الرقيق سكونها

Feeling has stirred in

The gentle heart its calm

فأنابت الداعي له

واستلفتته عيونها

So she turned to the supplicant for him

And her eyes borrowed him

فلطالما جنت به

وكفى الحبيب جنونها

For she was long crazed by him

And the beloved's madness sufficed her