وناحلُ الخضر لا زالت تُحاربُني

وناحلُ الخضر لا زالت تُحاربُني

ألحاظُهُ بسيوف اثخنت بدني

ألحاظُهُ بسيوف اثخنت بدني

And a slender-waisted one [probable reading]—may they never cease to war against me:

The green swords still fight me,

His glances, with swords that have grievously wounded my body.

Their glances pierce my body with blades.

ما زلتُ بالقرب استرضي خلائقهُ

ما زلتُ بالقرب استرضي خلائقهُ

حتّى رثي لي على شرط وسالمني

حتّى رثي لي على شرط وسالمني

I kept seeking, through closeness, to appease his disposition,

I remain close, appeasing its nature,

Until he took pity on me, on a condition, and made peace with me.

Until it lets me be, on my terms and in peace.