دَعَانِيhe called me ابنُson of النَّبِيّthe Prophet فَلَمbut did not أُجِبهُI answer him
دَعَانِي ابنُ النَّبِيّ فَلَم أُجِبهُ
ألَهفِيoh, my grief لَهفَgrief لِلرَأيover the judgment الغَبِينِmisguided
ألَهفِي لَهفَ لِلرَأي الغَبِينِ
The Prophet’s son called me, but I did not answer him.
The son of the prophet called me, but I did not answer,
Alas, my grief—grief over that misguided judgment!
Yearning with the yearning of the ignorant opinion,
فَياso, oh نَدَمَاًregret غَداةَon the morning تَرَكتُI left زَيدَاًZayd
فَيا نَدَمَاً غَداةَ تَرَكتُ زَيدَاً
وَرائيbehind me لابنِfor the son of آمِنَةَAminah الأَمينِthe trustworthy
وَرائي لابنِ آمِنَةَ الأَمينِ
Oh, what regret, on the morning I left Zayd
So oh what regret the next morning when I left Zaid,
behind me—for Aminah’s trustworthy son!
Behind me, for the son of Amina the trusted.