ولدت معذبتي غلاماً ليته

ولدت معذبتي غلاماً ليته

مني تعلم ما يقول وينثر

مني تعلم ما يقول وينثر

My tormentress bore a boy—would that he

I gave birth to a tormented boy, if only

had learned from me what he says and utters in prose.

He would learn from me what to say and scatter

كانت تهددني وتصفح عن دمي

كانت تهددني وتصفح عن دمي

فاليوم قساها علي الجؤذر

فاليوم قساها علي الجؤذر

She used to threaten me, yet refrain from shedding my blood;

She would threaten me and overlook my blood

so today the young antelope has made her cruel toward me.

But today her harshness has pierced my core