أَرضِ لي سوءَ ظُنوني

أَرضِ لي سوءَ ظُنوني

وَحَراراتِ أَنيني

وَحَراراتِ أَنيني

Allay for me my dark suspicions

My suspicions have done you wrong,

Satisfy for me my dark suspicions,

And the burning pangs of my groaning.

And my groans - their heat.

And the burning heat of my moans.

أَنتَ ما تَصنَع بالهَج

أَنتَ ما تَصنَع بالهَج

ر كَفى سوءَ ظُنوني

ر كَفى سوءَ ظُنوني

You—what need have you of forsak-

What can raving do but add, my friend,

What do you intend by this abandonment?

ing? My dark suspicions suffice.

To all my false suspicions?

My dark suspicions are suffering enough.

أَو ما يَكفيكَ أَنّي

أَو ما يَكفيكَ أَنّي

بك مَقطوعُ القرينِ

بك مَقطوعُ القرينِ

Or is it not enough for you that I

Or does it not suffice that I

Does it not suffice you that I am,

Am, through you, without a peer?

Am cut off from all society?

Because of you, severed from all companions?

فَإِلى طَرفك أَشكو

فَإِلى طَرفك أَشكو

كُلَّ ذي طرف فَتون

كُلَّ ذي طرف فَتون

So to your gaze I complain

So to you I complain of all those

So to your gaze I complain,

Of everyone with a bewitching gaze,

With roving eyes and outward charms,

Of every eye that captivates.

وَإِلى الخَدِّ الَّذي يج

وَإِلى الخَدِّ الَّذي يج

رحه لحظ العُيون

رحه لحظ العُيون

And to the cheek that is wound-

And those cheeks that are scratched

And to the cheek that is,

ed by the eyes’ glances.

By the glances of all who look.

Wounded by the mere glances of eyes.

وَتقرّبت إِلَيكم

وَتقرّبت إِلَيكم

بِخُضوع المُستَكين

بِخُضوع المُستَكين

And I drew near to you

I've approached you humbly,

I have drawn near to you,

With the submission of one brought low.

Like the meek and needy;

With the submission of the wretched.

فارحَموا ضُرّي وَإِلّا

فارحَموا ضُرّي وَإِلّا

فَأَريحوا واقتُلوني

فَأَريحوا واقتُلوني

So have mercy on my suffering; otherwise,

So take pity on my pain, or else

So have mercy on my affliction, or else,

Then give me relief and kill me.

Grant me rest - kill me!

Grant me relief and slay me.