مِنكَ ذاكَ لِشَقوَتي

مِنكَ ذاكَ لِشَقوَتي

وَأَكثَرُ اِحساني اليك فَتَغضَبُ

وَأَكثَرُ اِحساني اليك فَتَغضَبُ

That comes from you, to my misery.

From you comes that for my misery

And I show you more kindness, yet you grow angry.

And most of my kindness to you makes you angry

أَيا نازِحاً وَجدي بِه غَيرُ نازِحٍ

أَيا نازِحاً وَجدي بِه غَيرُ نازِحٍ

يَجدُّ بِقَلبي حُبُّهُ وَهوَ يَلعَبُ

يَجدُّ بِقَلبي حُبُّهُ وَهوَ يَلعَبُ

O distant one, my longing for him is not distant.

Oh you who migrate, my love for him is unlike other migrants

Love for him is earnest in my heart, while he plays.

He finds in my heart his love while he plays