يا رُبَّ أَحْوَرَ أَحْوى في مَراشِفِهِ

يا رُبَّ أَحْوَرَ أَحْوى في مَراشِفِهِ

لَوْ جادَ بارْتِشافٍ بُرْءُ أَسْقامي

لَوْ جادَ بارْتِشافٍ بُرْءُ أَسْقامي

Ah, many a dark-eyed one with dusky lips—

O Lord, he turned restlessly in his bed

If he granted a kiss, he would be the cure for my ailments.

If only with a sip he could cure my ailments

خطَّ العِذارُ لَهُ لاماً بِصَفْحَتِهِ

خطَّ العِذارُ لَهُ لاماً بِصَفْحَتِهِ

مِنْ أَجْلِها يَسْتَغيثُ النَّاسُ باللاَّمِ

مِنْ أَجْلِها يَسْتَغيثُ النَّاسُ باللاَّمِ

His cheek-down traced a lām upon his cheek;

Reproach drew a alif on his page

For its sake, people cry for help with the letter lām.

Because of it people cry out “Why?”