إِنَّما الذَنبُ لَكَفٍّ

إِنَّما الذَنبُ لَكَفٍّ

كَتَبَت ذاكَ الكِتابا

كَتَبَت ذاكَ الكِتابا

The fault lies only with a hand

The sin is only from a palm

That wrote that letter.

That wrote that book

فَخُذي بِالذَنبِ عَيني

فَخُذي بِالذَنبِ عَيني

وَاِدرَأي عَنّي العِتابا

وَاِدرَأي عَنّي العِتابا

So punish my eye for the fault,

So take my eyes for the sin

And ward reproach away from me.

And ward off blame from me

وَفَّق اللَهُ مَليكاً

وَفَّق اللَهُ مَليكاً

لي يَرى قَتلي صَوابا

لي يَرى قَتلي صَوابا

May God grant success to a sovereign

May God grant a king

Of mine, who deems killing me right.

Who sees my murder as right

إِنَّ لِلحُبِّ لَحالَي

إِنَّ لِلحُبِّ لَحالَي

نِ نَعيماً وَعَذابا

نِ نَعيماً وَعَذابا

Love indeed has two states:

For love has two states

Bliss and torment.

Of bliss and torment