1. أَيا مَن ريقُهُ خَمري

    وَمَن وَجنَتُهُ زَهري

    O you whose saliva is my wine,

    and whose cheek is my blossom,

  2. إِلى كَم يَرِدُ العَتبُ

    فَلا يَروى مِنَ العُذرِ

    How long will reproach come to drink,

    yet remain unquenched by excuses?

  3. أَظُنُّ الوُدَّ قَد تَمَّت

    عَلَيهِ حيلَةُ الغَدرِ

    I think love has already been ensnared

    by treachery's stratagem.

  4. وَإِلّا لِم غَدا الوَصلُ

    أَسيراً في يَدِ الهَجرِ

    Otherwise, why has union become

    a captive in the hand of estrangement?