يَلومونَني أَنّي أُحِبّ عِذارَهُ

يَلومونَني أَنّي أُحِبّ عِذارَهُ

وَأَنّي بِهِ أُبدي فُنونَ جُنوني

وَأَنّي بِهِ أُبدي فُنونَ جُنوني

They blame me for loving his cheek-down,

They blame me for loving his excuses

And for displaying, through him, the many forms of my madness.

And for showing in them my madness arts

فَقُلتُ لَهُم كفّوا فَإِنّ عِذارَهُ

فَقُلتُ لَهُم كفّوا فَإِنّ عِذارَهُ

وَعَنكُم فَلا يخفى سَوادُ عُيوني

وَعَنكُم فَلا يخفى سَوادُ عُيوني

So I told them, 'Desist! For his cheek-down—

So I said enough! His excuses

and this is no secret to you—is the blackness of my eyes.'

And you cannot see beyond the darkness in my eyes