خَشيتِ صُدودي لَيسَ ذاكَ بِكائِنٍ

خَشيتِ صُدودي لَيسَ ذاكَ بِكائِنٍ

أَتى دُونَهُ حُبٌّ لِعَينَيَّ مُسهِرَ

أَتى دُونَهُ حُبٌّ لِعَينَيَّ مُسهِرَ

You feared my turning away; that will not happen.

My fears my coldness would not see undone

You feared my turning away, yet that is not to be,

A love that keeps my eyes awake has stood in its way.

Were followed by a love sleep stole from mine eyes

For a love has intervened, rendering my eyes sleepless.

فَلو أَنَّ لي صَبراً لَقُلتُ لَعَلَّني

فَلو أَنَّ لي صَبراً لَقُلتُ لَعَلَّني

أَصُدُّ وَلكِن لَستُ وَاللَهِ أَصبِرُ

أَصُدُّ وَلكِن لَستُ وَاللَهِ أَصبِرُ

So if I had patience, I would say: perhaps I

And had I patience I could say maybe

If I possessed any patience, I might have said, "Perchance

could turn away—but, by God, I cannot endure.

I'm cold but, by God, patient I'm not

I shall turn away," but by God, I have no patience.