بِأَبي مَن ذُبتُ فيهِ كَمَداًبِأَبي مَن مُتُّ مِنهُ فَرَقا
حُمرَةُ الحَجلَةِ في وَجنَتِهِوَضَحُ الصُبحِ يُناغي الشَفَقا
غادَروني بِالأَثيلِ وَالنَقا x4
مَن لِبَثّي مَن لِوَجدي دُلَّنيمَن لِحُزني مِن لِصَبٍّ عَشِقا
كُلَّما ضَنَّت تَباريحُ الهَوىفَضَحَ الدَمعُ الجَوى وَالأَرَقا
فَإِذا قُلتُ هَبوا لي نَظرَةًقيلَ ما تُمنَعُ إِلّا شَفَقا
بِأَبي x3
My father be the ransom of him for whose sake I melted with anguish!My father be the ransom of him for whose sake I died of fear!
The blush of shame on his cheek is the whiteness of dawn Conversing with the Redness of eve
x4 They left me at al-Uthayl1 and an-Naqa2
Who will compose my distracted thoughts? who will relieve my pain? guide me to him!Who will ease my sorrow? who will help a passionate lover?
Whenever I keep secret the torments of desireMy tears betray the flame within and the sleeplessness
And whenever I say, 'Give me one look!The answer is, 'Thou art not hindered but for pity's sake.'
x3 My father