دُموعٌ فَيَضُهُنَّ مَعَ الدِماءِ

دُموعٌ فَيَضُهُنَّ مَعَ الدِماءِ

كَما وَرَّدتَ حاشِيَةَ الرِداءِ

كَما وَرَّدتَ حاشِيَةَ الرِداءِ

Tears—their flood mingled with blood,

Tears whose flow mingles with blood,

as they stained the robe’s hem rose-red.

As you dyed the cloak’s hem rose-red.

أُريحُ إِلى الدُموعِ الوَجدَ مِنّي

أُريحُ إِلى الدُموعِ الوَجدَ مِنّي

إِذا ما عَزَّني حُسنُ العَزاءِ

إِذا ما عَزَّني حُسنُ العَزاءِ

I let the anguish within me find release in tears

I ease the anguish within me through tears,

whenever the grace of resignation proves beyond my strength.

When the grace of consolation eludes me.

مَلامَكَ لَيسَ مِن عَينَيكَ دَمعي

مَلامَكَ لَيسَ مِن عَينَيكَ دَمعي

وَلا بِحَشاكَ أَسقامي وَدائي

وَلا بِحَشاكَ أَسقامي وَدائي

Your reproach is misplaced—my tears do not flow from your eyes,

Spare me your reproach: my tears are not from your eyes,

nor do my afflictions and my malady dwell within your heart.

Nor are my ailments and my malady in your breast.