1. يا لائِمي في فَتاةٍ

    كاللّيلةِ الليْلاء

    O you who reproach me for a maiden

    like the pitch-dark night:

  2. بي من جُنونِ هواها

    داءٌ عزيزٍُ الدَّواء

    From the madness of my love for her, I suffer

    an illness whose cure is hard to find.

  3. دَعني فأصلُ جُنوني

    تَغَلُّبُ السّوداءِ

    Leave me be, for the root of my madness

    is the predominance of black bile.