مرضت لوجهها الهفا وشوقا

مرضت لوجهها الهفا وشوقا

فصارت رحمة هي لي مريضه

فصارت رحمة هي لي مريضه

I fell ill with anguish and longing for her face.

I grew sick with yearning for her radiant face,

So, out of compassion, she became ill for me.

So my sickness became a mercy for my ailing heart.

وقد صبرت على المرضين كبرا

وقد صبرت على المرضين كبرا

على أن لا ترى عندي مريضه

على أن لا ترى عندي مريضه

And I endured both illnesses out of pride,

And though I have bravely borne these two afflictions,

Provided that she not be seen ill in my presence.

Do not let her see me in this wretched state.