مظلومةٌ باللَّحظِ وَجْنتُها

مظلومةٌ باللَّحظِ وَجْنتُها

وجفونُها جُبلتْ على الظُّلْمِ

وجفونُها جُبلتْ على الظُّلْمِ

Her cheek is wronged by the gaze,

Oppressed in her glance, her garden

And her eyelids were fashioned for injustice;

And her eyelids formed against injustice

وكأنَّ عينَيْها تَضمَّنتا

وكأنَّ عينَيْها تَضمَّنتا

ما في فؤادكَ من جوَى السُّقْمِ

ما في فؤادكَ من جوَى السُّقْمِ

And it is as though her eyes held

As if her eyes encompassed

The burning anguish of sickness in your heart.

What is in your heart of the affliction's heat