سِرّي وَجَهري أَنَّني هائِمُ

سِرّي وَجَهري أَنَّني هائِمُ

قامَ بِكَ العُذرُ فَلا لائِمُ

قامَ بِكَ العُذرُ فَلا لائِمُ

My secret and my avowal are that I am lost in love.

My secret and my overt, I am lovesick

In you lies my excuse, so no one can blame me.

Excuses stand for you, so no blame cast on me

لا يَنَمِ الواشي الَّذي غَرَّني

لا يَنَمِ الواشي الَّذي غَرَّني

ها أَنا في ظِلِّ الرِضى نائِمُ

ها أَنا في ظِلِّ الرِضى نائِمُ

May the slanderer who deceived me have no sleep.

Sleeplessness won't quit the watcher who misled me

Here I am, asleep in the shade of favor.

You've returned to union, as I desired

عُدتَ إِلى الوَصلِ كَما أَشتَهي

عُدتَ إِلى الوَصلِ كَما أَشتَهي

فَالهَجرُ باكٍ وَالرِضى باسِمُ

فَالهَجرُ باكٍ وَالرِضى باسِمُ

You have returned to union, just as I desire.

So estrangement weeps, and acceptance smiles

So estrangement weeps, and favor smiles.

It's enough that I'm the wronged one in what occurred

حَسبي أَنا المَظلومُ فيما جَرى

حَسبي أَنا المَظلومُ فيما جَرى

وَإِن تَشَأ قُلتَ أَنا الظالِمُ

وَإِن تَشَأ قُلتَ أَنا الظالِمُ

It is enough for me that I was the wronged one in what happened.

And if you wish, say I'm the unjust one

And if you wish, you may say: 'I am the wrongdoer.'

O questioner, about what's in my soul

يا سائِلاً عَمّا بِنَفسي لَهُ

يا سائِلاً عَمّا بِنَفسي لَهُ

تَجَنِّياً وَهوَ بِهِ عالِمُ

تَجَنِّياً وَهوَ بِهِ عالِمُ

O you who ask what my soul holds for him,

Reproaching while he knows it full well

Unjustly, though he knows it—

You're the meaning of passion, the epitome of want

مَعنى الهَوى أَنتَ وَشَخصُ المُنى

مَعنى الهَوى أَنتَ وَشَخصُ المُنى

دَعنِيَ مِمّا يَزعُمُ الزاعِمُ

دَعنِيَ مِمّا يَزعُمُ الزاعِمُ

You are the meaning of love and the embodiment of wishes.

Leave me be, from what the claimant claims

Spare me whatever the claimant claims.