أَلا يا عَبل قَد طالَ اشتِياقي

أَلا يا عَبل قَد طالَ اشتِياقي

إِلَيكَ وَشَفَّني خَوفُ الفِراقِ

إِلَيكَ وَشَفَّني خَوفُ الفِراقِ

Ah, O ʿAbl, my yearning has lasted long

Oh Abel, how long my yearning for you has been

for you, and fear of parting has wasted me away.

And fear of parting has cured me

وَبِتُّ مُخامِراً أَشكو بَلائي

وَبِتُّ مُخامِراً أَشكو بَلائي

لِما قَد غالَني وَلِما أُلاقِي

لِما قَد غالَني وَلِما أُلاقِي

And I spent the night stricken, lamenting my affliction,

I pass the nights drunk, complaining of my afflictions

because of what has laid me low and what I endure.

For what has made me suffer and what I endure

كَأَنّي مِن هَواكِ أَخو فِراشٍ

كَأَنّي مِن هَواكِ أَخو فِراشٍ

تجَلجَلُ نَفسُهُ بَينَ التَراقِي

تجَلجَلُ نَفسُهُ بَينَ التَراقِي

From love of you, I am like a man confined to bed,

As if from passion for you I'm a bedfellow

whose soul quivers between his collarbones.

Whose soul writhes between the bedsheets

حَلَفتُ لَكِ الغَداةَ فَصَدِّقيني

حَلَفتُ لَكِ الغَداةَ فَصَدِّقيني

بِرَبِّ البَيتِ والسَبعِ الطِباقِ

بِرَبِّ البَيتِ والسَبعِ الطِباقِ

I swore to you this morning, so believe me,

I swore to you at dawn, so believe me

by the Lord of the House and of the seven layered heavens:

By the Lord of the house and the seven solid heavens

لأَنتِ إِلى الفؤادِ أَشَدُّ حُبّاً

لأَنتِ إِلى الفؤادِ أَشَدُّ حُبّاً

مِنَ الصَّادِي إِلَى الكأسِ الدِّهاقِ

مِنَ الصَّادِي إِلَى الكأسِ الدِّهاقِ

Indeed, my heart's love for you is stronger

For you are to my heart more beloved

than a thirsty man's for a brimming cup.

Than wine is to the thirsty drinker's cup