أَقولُ حِذاراً أَن يَتِمَّ صُدودُها

أَقولُ حِذاراً أَن يَتِمَّ صُدودُها

إِذا ما بَدَت بِالظُلمِ إِنّي أَظلَمُ

إِذا ما بَدَت بِالظُلمِ إِنّي أَظلَمُ

I say, for fear her rejection should become complete,

I say beware lest her obstinacy be complete

whenever she acts unjustly, “I am more unjust.”

If she appears with injustice, then I am more unjust

فَيا وَيحَ نَفسي إِن تَمادى الَّذي بِها

فَيا وَيحَ نَفسي إِن تَمادى الَّذي بِها

مِنَ الحُبِّ لا تبلى وَلا يَتَصَرَّمُ

مِنَ الحُبِّ لا تبلى وَلا يَتَصَرَّمُ

So alas for my soul, if what is within it persists

Oh woe to my soul if what is in it persists

of love: my soul does not perish, nor does that love end.

Of love that neither wears out nor crumbles away