شَكوْتُ إلى الحَبيبةِ ما أُلاقي

شَكوْتُ إلى الحَبيبةِ ما أُلاقي

لِسُوءِ الحَظّ مِنْ أَلمِ البُعادِ

لِسُوءِ الحَظّ مِنْ أَلمِ البُعادِ

I complained to my beloved of what I endure

I complained to my beloved about the pain I suffer

From the pain of separation, through ill fortune.

From bad luck due to our separation

فَقالتْ إنّ حَظّكَ مِثْلُ عَيْني

فَقالتْ إنّ حَظّكَ مِثْلُ عَيْني

فَقُلْتُ نَعَمْ وَلكنْ في السَّوادِ

فَقُلْتُ نَعَمْ وَلكنْ في السَّوادِ

Then she said, “Indeed, your fortune is like my eye.”

She said, “Your luck is like my eyes!”

So I said, “Yes—but in its blackness.”

I said, “Yes, but in darkness!”