أَلا يَسليكَ عَن سَلمى

أَلا يَسليكَ عَن سَلمى

قَتيرُ الشَيبِ وَالحلمُ

قَتيرُ الشَيبِ وَالحلمُ

Will you not be turned from Salma

Does my fortune mock me now?

by flecks of gray hair and sound judgment,

Once raven hair is silvered o'er,

وَأَنَّ الشَكَّ مُلتَبِسٌ

وَأَنَّ الشَكَّ مُلتَبِسٌ

فَلا وَصلٌ وَلا صُرمُ

فَلا وَصلٌ وَلا صُرمُ

and by tangled doubt—

When doubt and age at once impend,

neither union nor separation?

Shall friendship soothe my spirits more?

فَلا وَاللَهِ رَبِّ النا

فَلا وَاللَهِ رَبِّ النا

سِ مالَكِ عِندَنا ظُلمُ

سِ مالَكِ عِندَنا ظُلمُ

No, by God, Lord of man-

No, by the Lord of all mankind!

kind, you suffer no wrong at our hands.

Thou shalt not in our dwellings stay.

وَكَيفَ بِظُلمِ جارِيَةٍ

وَكَيفَ بِظُلمِ جارِيَةٍ

وَمِنها اللينُ وَالرحمُ

وَمِنها اللينُ وَالرحمُ

And how could one wrong a maiden,

Can I a gentle maid upbraid?

when from her come gentleness and compassion?

Her softness stills my soul's dismay.