رابَه عِلَّتِي ضَنىً فأَتانِي

رابَه عِلَّتِي ضَنىً فأَتانِي

عائِداً في يَدِهِ لي ياسَمِينُ

عائِداً في يَدِهِ لي ياسَمِينُ

My wasting illness troubled him, so he came to me,

My wasting illness alarmed him, so he came to me,

My longing afflicted me with grief, but then

My illness and wasting away alarmed him, so he came,

paying a sick call, with jasmine for me in his hand.

To visit me in my illness, with jasmine for me in his hand.

He returned to me, jasmine in his hand.

Visiting me, with jasmine in his hand.

فتفاءلْتُ أنَّه قد تهَدَّى

فتفاءلْتُ أنَّه قد تهَدَّى

لهُزالي فقَال لي يا سَمِينُ

لهُزالي فقَال لي يا سَمِينُ

I took it as a good omen that he had noticed

So I took it as a good omen that he had found the right response

So I hoped he had relented

I took it as a good omen for my emaciation,

my emaciation—but he said to me, “O stout one!”

To my emaciation, and said to me, 'O plump one!'

Of rejecting me, but he said "O chubby one"

As if he said to me: "O Plump One!"