مَن مُجيري مِن رُدَيني قَدّه

مَن مُجيري مِن رُدَيني قَدّه

زُجُّهُ شيءٌ يُسمّى بِالزَجَج

زُجُّهُ شيءٌ يُسمّى بِالزَجَج

Who will shield me from the Rudayni spear of his stature?

Who will protect me from the pain of yearning

Its butt-spike is what they call long, fine brows.

The agony, like glass, pierces deep

ها دَمي مِن وَخزَةٍ في خَدِّهِ

ها دَمي مِن وَخزَةٍ في خَدِّهِ

ظاهِرٌ مِن غَيرِ تَبيينِ حُجَج

ظاهِرٌ مِن غَيرِ تَبيينِ حُجَج

Behold my blood from a prick, upon his cheek,

See my blood trickle from the wound upon his cheek

Plainly visible, without proofs being set out.

Though no clear cause is shown for this attack

فَأعيذوا صَبَّهُ مِن صَدِّهِ

فَأعيذوا صَبَّهُ مِن صَدِّهِ

قَبلَ طَيِّ في لِوىً أَو مُنعَرَج

قَبلَ طَيِّ في لِوىً أَو مُنعَرَج

So protect his lovesick lover from his rejection,

So give the lover shelter from rejection's sting

Before he is folded away in winding sands or a bend.

Before he's led astray or takes some crooked path