سَألْتُ مِنْ عَارِضِهِ قُبْلَةً

سَألْتُ مِنْ عَارِضِهِ قُبْلَةً

كَيْ أجْتَني سُقْيَا منَ العَارِضِ

كَيْ أجْتَني سُقْيَا منَ العَارِضِ

I asked for a kiss from his cheek,

I asked for a kiss from the one who was passing by

so I might reap a draught from the rain cloud.

So I could quench my thirst from the one who was passing by

فَقَالَ قَدْ صَيَّرْتُهُ عُدَّةً

فَقَالَ قَدْ صَيَّرْتُهُ عُدَّةً

فَقُلْتُ لاَ يُعْتَدُّ بِالْعَارِضِ

فَقُلْتُ لاَ يُعْتَدُّ بِالْعَارِضِ

He said, “I have made it a reserve.”

He said he had made it a habit

I replied, “A passing cloud is of no account.”

So I said fleeting things are not to be counted upon