قد قلت لما مر بي معرضاً

قد قلت لما مر بي معرضاً

وكفه يحمل زرزورا

وكفه يحمل زرزورا

I said, when he passed me, turning away,

When he passed by me with indifference,

And his hand was carrying a starling:

His hand holding a flower,

يا ذا الذي عذبني مطله

يا ذا الذي عذبني مطله

إن لم يزر حقاً فزرزورا

إن لم يزر حقاً فزرزورا

O you whose stalling has tormented me,

I said to the one who torments me with his absence,

If he does not visit in earnest, then visit in pretense.

"If he won't visit in truth, then visit as a flower."