بَثَّ بَثِّي شَجَنِي

بَثَّ بَثِّي شَجَنِي

فَنَبَتْ بِي بُِغْيَتِي

فَنَبَتْ بِي بُِغْيَتِي

My anguish revealed my sorrow;

My deep sorrow has broadcast my grief,

so my heart’s desire turned away from me.

And thus my desire has eluded me,

زَجَّ بِي فِي فِتَنٍ

زَجَّ بِي فِي فِتَنٍ

جَفْنُ ظَبْيٍ خَيْبَتِي

جَفْنُ ظَبْيٍ خَيْبَتِي

I was thrust into trials

It plunged me into temptations,

by a gazelle’s eyelid—alas, my hopes dashed!

A gazelle's eyelid—my bitter disappointment.