ناديتُ دُمْلَجَها فديتُكَ دُمْلَجاً

ناديتُ دُمْلَجَها فديتُكَ دُمْلَجاً

لا تجرحنَّ يداً لها عندي يدُ

لا تجرحنَّ يداً لها عندي يدُ

I called to her armlet: “May I be your ransom, O armlet!

I called out to her who was wrapped in darkness, I would give my life for you, oh shrouded one,

Do not wound a hand that has shown me kindness.”

Do not wound a hand that is dear to me,

فأجابني أنا دُملجٌ ذو غلظةٍ

فأجابني أنا دُملجٌ ذو غلظةٍ

إني أرقُّ لها وقلبي جلمدُ

إني أرقُّ لها وقلبي جلمدُ

So it answered me: “I am a hard armlet;

He replied to me, I am rough darkness,

I feel tenderness for her, though my heart is stone.”

Though for her I am tender, my heart is frozen stone