لِلشَّيبِ أَرى حَبلَ هَواها اِنقضبا

لِلشَّيبِ أَرى حَبلَ هَواها اِنقضبا

يا وَيليَ إِذا عادَ رضاها غَضَبا

يا وَيليَ إِذا عادَ رضاها غَضَبا

Because of gray hair, I see the cord of her love snapped.

I see the rope of her passion has snapped

Woe is me when her favor turns to anger.

Alas if her contentment turns to wrath

كالتُربِ تُهنيني لِريحٍ رَكَدَت

كالتُربِ تُهنيني لِريحٍ رَكَدَت

ناري اِنطفأت وَماءُ وَجهي نَضَبا

ناري اِنطفأت وَماءُ وَجهي نَضَبا

She humiliates me like dust for a wind that has fallen still.

Like dust she humiliates me when the wind dies down

My fire has gone out, and the water of my face has dried up.

My fire is extinguished and the water of my face is dried up