لا ذقتَ حرَّ صَبَابتي

لا ذقتَ حرَّ صَبَابتي

وكُفيتَ ما أَلْقَى بها

وكُفيتَ ما أَلْقَى بها

May you never taste the heat of my ardent longing,

You have not tasted the heat of my passion,

And may you be spared what I suffer through it.

And have been spared what I have endured,

فالنَّارُ من أَسْمَائِها

فالنَّارُ من أَسْمَائِها

والموتُ مِنْ أَلْقَابها

والموتُ مِنْ أَلْقَابها

For fire is among its names,

For fire is among the names it bears,

And death is among its epithets.

And death among what it is called.