أقُولُ وقد أشاعُوا عنهُ صدّي

أقُولُ وقد أشاعُوا عنهُ صدّي

وسدّى لي ثياب ضنى ووجد

وسدّى لي ثياب ضنى ووجد

I say, as they spread word of his shunning me,

I say, though they spread far and wide, tales of woe about him whose loss I mourn,

And he has woven me garments of wasting and longing:

And clothes of grief and ache are my robes, clothes of joy now outworn,

لئن أضحى مُجدّا في صُدودي

لئن أضحى مُجدّا في صُدودي

فلا أبغي سوى ذاك المسدّي

فلا أبغي سوى ذاك المسدّي

Even if he has grown intent on shunning me,

Though glory itself now dwells inside my ribs, piercing my heart forlorn,

Then I seek none but that weaver.

Naught else do I wish for, but my dear one, now gone, to return, reborn.