هيهاتَ تعطِفُ بالملام جَموحا

هيهاتَ تعطِفُ بالملام جَموحا

وتغضّ طَرفاً من هواه طَموحا

وتغضّ طَرفاً من هواه طَموحا

Never will you sway a headstrong lover with reproach,

In vain you chide the obdurate,

or lower a gaze that soars with his passion.

Or bid a roving eye forbear:

ألِفَتْ جوارحُهُ الضّنى وجفونُه

ألِفَتْ جوارحُهُ الضّنى وجفونُه

بُعْدَ الكَرى وفؤادُه التّبريحا

بُعْدَ الكَرى وفؤادُه التّبريحا

His limbs have grown accustomed to wasting sickness, and his eyelids

Long since those eyelids learnt to frown,

to the absence of sleep, and his heart to torment.

Those cheeks to mock the trickling tear.

يا مُهدياً نحوي الملامةَ إنما

يا مُهدياً نحوي الملامةَ إنما

أهديتَ نحو الجَمرِ منها الرّيحا

أهديتَ نحو الجَمرِ منها الرّيحا

O you who send reproach my way, you have only

Away! Your chiding but provokes

sent its wind toward the embers.

A breast that spurns the idle breath;

إن كنتَ تجهلُ ما لقيتُ فسَلْ به

إن كنتَ تجهلُ ما لقيتُ فسَلْ به

جَفني القريحَ ودمعيَ المَسْفوحا

جَفني القريحَ ودمعيَ المَسْفوحا

If you do not know what I have suffered, ask these about it:

Nay ask these sleepless eyes that weep

my wounded eyelid and my streaming tears.

My long, long vigil, and my death.