شكوتُ إليهِ الحُبَّ كيْما يقلَّ من

شكوتُ إليهِ الحُبَّ كيْما يقلَّ من

حَرارةِ أحشائي ببردِ رُضابِهِ

حَرارةِ أحشائي ببردِ رُضابِهِ

I complained to him of love, so he might lessen some of

I complained to him of love, so that he might quench

the heat of my entrails with the coolness of his saliva.

The burning in my entrails with a draught from his lips.

فجادَ ببُخلٍ أو بَموتٍ مُعَجَّلٍ

فجادَ ببُخلٍ أو بَموتٍ مُعَجَّلٍ

فأبديْتُ مَرتاداً رُضابَ رُضابِهِ

فأبديْتُ مَرتاداً رُضابَ رُضابِهِ

Then he was generous with stinginess—or with a hastened death;

But he was stingy, his breath already stilled,

so I made known my quest for the droplets of his saliva.

So I kept drinking from that draught of his being.