لم أنس لو طال المدى

لم أنس لو طال المدى

وتقادمت شهبُ السنين

وتقادمت شهبُ السنين

I have not forgotten, though time stretched on,

Though time may pass, I'll not forget

And the years' shooting stars grew old,

The glittering stars of memories yet

عجانة ضنت علَي

عجانة ضنت علَي

يَ بريقها العذب الثمين

يَ بريقها العذب الثمين

A dough-kneading woman who withheld from me

'Ujana was miserly with me

Her sweet, precious saliva.

Withholding her sweet brilliance, you see

لكنني لما لثم

لكنني لما لثم

تُ خدودها عدد الطحين

تُ خدودها عدد الطحين

But when I kissed

But when I kissed her cheeks, like flour

Her cheeks as many times as grains of flour,

And claimed that I deserved her flower

وزعمت أني كفؤها

وزعمت أني كفؤها

لانت كما لان العجين

لانت كما لان العجين

And claimed that I was her equal,

You were not as soft as dough, my dear

She softened as dough softens.

As the grinding stones that millstones steer