مَلِكٌ جارَ إِذ مَلَك

مَلِكٌ جارَ إِذ مَلَك

لَيسَ يَرثي لِمَن هَلَك

لَيسَ يَرثي لِمَن هَلَك

A king who was unjust when he ruled,

A king once ruled, never mourning the dead

who has no pity for those who perish.

My dignity lies torn and tattered

هَتَكَت سِترَ سَلوَتي

هَتَكَت سِترَ سَلوَتي

كَفُّ حُبِّيكَ فَاِنهَتَك

كَفُّ حُبِّيكَ فَاِنهَتَك

The veil of my solace was rent

Your love now ends what it began

by the hand of love for you—and it was torn.

Oh king, while your lover weeps in passion

يا مَليكاً إِذا بَكى

يا مَليكاً إِذا بَكى

عَبدُهُ في الهَوى ضَحِك

عَبدُهُ في الهَوى ضَحِك

O king who, when tears are shed

You laugh in delight

by his slave in love, laughs:

My sorrow equals your beauty's splendor

لي مِنَ الحُزنِ مِثلُ ما

لي مِنَ الحُزنِ مِثلُ ما

مِن بَديعِ الجَمالِ لَك

مِن بَديعِ الجَمالِ لَك

I have as much sorrow

as you have wondrous beauty.