1. I feared that I would die of passion
And no one would know who it was I loved
١. قَد تَخَوَّفتُ أَن أَموتَ مِنَ الشَو
قِ وَلَم يَدرِ مَن هَوَيتُ بِما بي
2. O my poem, convey my greetings
To the one I do not name, and say:
٢. يا كِتابي اِقرَإِ السَلامَ عَلى مَن
لا أُسَمّي وَقُل لَهُ يا كِتابي
3. “O my poem, it was an agonized hand
That wrote me, a wretched heart in torment.”
٣. إِنَّ كَفاً إِلَيكُمُ كَتَبَتني
لِشَقيٌ فُؤَدُها في عَذابِ
4. So when you are read, show pity,
Have mercy on my writer, and send a reply.
٤. فَإِذا ما قَرَأتُموني فَحِنّوا
وَارحَموا كاتِبي وَرُدّوا جَوابي