ما بالُ عَينكَ دانَت

ما بالُ عَينكَ دانَت

لَها العُيونُ المِراضُ

لَها العُيونُ المِراضُ

What is it with your eye? They have yielded

Why have your eyes become sickly

to it—the ailing eyes.

Though eyes are meant for pleasure

للسُّقمِ والسِّحرِ فيها

للسُّقمِ والسِّحرِ فيها

وللفُتورِ اعتِراضُ

وللفُتورِ اعتِراضُ

Within it, sickness and enchantment,

In them is sickness, magic, and fatigue

and languor, make themselves felt.

As well as painful denial

إن أنكَرَت ما أُلاقي

إن أنكَرَت ما أُلاقي

فَأمرُها مُستَفاضُ

فَأمرُها مُستَفاضُ

If it denies what I suffer,

Even if they deny what I suffer

then its story is widely known.

Their condition speaks clearly enough