أَلاَ مَا لِذَاكَ الظَّبْيِ صَيَّرَ مُهْجَتِي

أَلاَ مَا لِذَاكَ الظَّبْيِ صَيَّرَ مُهْجَتِي

دَرِيئَةَ عَيْنَيْهِ وَلَمْ يَتَرَقَّقِ

دَرِيئَةَ عَيْنَيْهِ وَلَمْ يَتَرَقَّقِ

Ah, what ails that gazelle? He has made my heart

Alas! Why has that gazelle made my affections

Ah, what is it with that gazelle, that he made my lifeblood

a target for his eyes, and shown no tenderness.

Stream down my eyes, though he is not softened?

A target for his eyes, and showed no tenderness?

وَمَا كُنْتُ مِمَّنْ يَدْخُلُ الْعِشْقُ قَلْبَهُ

وَمَا كُنْتُ مِمَّنْ يَدْخُلُ الْعِشْقُ قَلْبَهُ

وَلَكِنَّ مَنْ يُبْصِرْ جُفُونَهُ يَعْشَقِ

وَلَكِنَّ مَنْ يُبْصِرْ جُفُونَهُ يَعْشَقِ

And I was not one whose heart love would enter,

I was not one whose heart is entered by love,

And I was never one whose heart love could ever enter,

but whoever sees his eyelids falls in love.

But he who sees his eyelids loves him.

But whoever beholds his eyelids falls in love.

رَمَانِي فَأَصْمَانِي فَسَحَّتْ هَوَاطِلاً

رَمَانِي فَأَصْمَانِي فَسَحَّتْ هَوَاطِلاً

دُمُوعِي فَأَذْكَتْ لَوْعَتِي وَتَحَرُّقِي

دُمُوعِي فَأَذْكَتْ لَوْعَتِي وَتَحَرُّقِي

He shot me and slew me outright; then in torrents poured

He rejected me, so I became deaf. My tears flowed copiously,

He shot me and struck me fatally, so down poured in torrents

my tears, kindling my anguish and burning torment.

Igniting my agony and burning passion.

My tears, which only kindled my anguish and my burning.