منwho مجيريmy rescuer فيin حبlove of أحورdark-eyed, with bright whites أحوىdusky-lipped
من مجيري في حب أحور أحوى
لستI am not أقوىstrong enough لصدهfor his rejection ونفارهand his aversion
لست أقوى لصده ونفاره
Who will shelter me in my love for a dark-eyed, dusky-lipped beloved?
The beloved has made my heart her home
I cannot bear his rejection and his aversion.
Yet her disdain makes me faint
صادhe snared طيرَthe bird of الفؤادthe heart منيfrom me بخالٍwith a mole
صاد طيرَ الفؤاد مني بخالٍ
قدindeed غداhas become حبةًa seed لفخِّfor the snare of عذارهhis cheek-down
قد غدا حبةً لفخِّ عذاره
He snared the bird of my heart with a mole
With cruel pride, she shot my heart down
That has become a seed to bait the snare of his cheek-down.
Leaving it prey to her bitter taunt