وَيْحَ الطَّبيبِ الذي جَسَّتْ يَداهُ يَدَكْ

وَيْحَ الطَّبيبِ الذي جَسَّتْ يَداهُ يَدَكْ

ما كانَ أَغْفَلَهُ عَمَّا بِهِ اعْتَمَدَكْ

ما كانَ أَغْفَلَهُ عَمَّا بِهِ اعْتَمَدَكْ

Alas for the physician whose two hands felt your hand!

Woe to the doctor whose hand touched your hand,

How heedless he was of what he approached you with!

He did not neglect what made you rely on him.

لَوْ أَنَّ أَلْحاظَهُ كانَتْ مَباضِعَهُ

لَوْ أَنَّ أَلْحاظَهُ كانَتْ مَباضِعَهُ

ثُمَّ انْتَحاكَ بها مِنْ رِقَّةٍ فَصَدَكْ

ثُمَّ انْتَحاكَ بها مِنْ رِقَّةٍ فَصَدَكْ

Had his glances been his lancets,

If only his glances were his pillows,

Then aimed at you, they would have drawn your blood, so delicate are you.

Then he caressed you gently and turned you away.