قد أقبلَ الصيفُ يحكي حَرَّ أنفاسِي

قد أقبلَ الصيفُ يحكي حَرَّ أنفاسِي

وفي فؤادي حَرٌّ ما لهُ آسي

وفي فؤادي حَرٌّ ما لهُ آسي

Summer has indeed arrived, mirroring the heat of my breaths.

Summer has come, telling of the heat of my breath,

And in my heart is a heat that has no healer.

And in my heart is a heat that knows no solace.

فإن سمعتَ ببردِ الوصلِ منك فقد

فإن سمعتَ ببردِ الوصلِ منك فقد

سلَلْتَ نِضوَ رجائي من يَدَيْ ياسي

سلَلْتَ نِضوَ رجائي من يَدَيْ ياسي

So if you have heard of the coolness of union with you, then indeed

So if I hear of the coolness of union with you,

You have drawn my hope's wasted frame from the hands of my despair.

You will have drawn forth the dew of my hope, O healer.