طوق الياسمين [Tawqel Yasameen] [English translation]

"Thank you for the Jasmine neckband"...

And you laughed ironically at him

I thought you knew the meaning of a Jasmine neckband

Brought to you by a man

I thought you realize...

Thank you

And you sat in a small corner,

Brushing your hair; putting perfume from a bottle

Murmuring a French rhythm,

A rhythm as sad as my days.

Your feet in the slippers are two streams of tenderness,

And you asked me to choose for you what to wear,

So is it for him that are you beautifying yourself?

The black bare-shoulder dress???

Why are you hesitant?

But it is a sad color,

A color as sad as my days.

And you wore it along with the jasmine neckband

I thought you knew the meaning of a Jasmine neckband

Brought to you by a man...

I thought you...

This night, in a small pub, I saw you dancing

Moving between the arms of your admirers

Dancing...

Murmuring into the ears of your trustful prince,

A French rhythm,

A rhythm as sad as my days.

And I began to discover the truth,

And I knew that you decorate yourself for others

And you wear the perfumes... and dance!

I noticed the jasmine neckband thrown on the ground,

Breathless... like a white corpse,

Being pushed by the groups of dancers.

And when your charming prince tries to pick it up,

You stop him and laugh out loudly saying:

"Nothing deserves you bending down...

It is just the jasmine neckband!"

Oh, if you only knew!