برغمي بنات الرُّوم حزناً رقابها

برغمي بنات الرُّوم حزناً رقابها

وحالُ الهوى بالشيب والهمّ فاسد

وحالُ الهوى بالشيب والهمّ فاسد

Against my will, we took possession of the necks of Rome's daughters (tentative reading).

Despite my sadness, the Roman girls gracefully move their necks,

And passion's state is ruined by gray hair and worry.

And the state of love is corrupted by age and worries,

تبكّي عليهنَّ البطاريقُ في الدّجى

تبكّي عليهنَّ البطاريقُ في الدّجى

وهنَّ لدينا ملقيات كواسد

وهنَّ لدينا ملقيات كواسد

The patricians lament them in the darkness,

The patriarchs cry for them in the darkness,

While they lie with us, cast aside and unwanted.

And here they are with us, casting down their eyes.

أما والصبى إني أعفّ بفقده

أما والصبى إني أعفّ بفقده

وإنَّ ضجيع الجود مني لماجد

وإنَّ ضجيع الجود مني لماجد

Indeed, by youth, I am chaste through its loss,

But I swear by the youth I have lost,

And in me generosity has a truly noble bedfellow.

That I am noble despite the loss of the one who slept beside me.