أهيمُ إذا ما مرّ بي في طريقه

أهيمُ إذا ما مرّ بي في طريقه

ويرشُقُ أحشائي بسهم رشيقه

ويرشُقُ أحشائي بسهم رشيقه

I am mad with love whenever he passes me on his way,

Whenever he passes me by on his way

and pierces my vitals with an arrow of his graceful form.

And pierces my heart with his slender arrow

ويذكرني ما قد تناسيتُ سالفا

ويذكرني ما قد تناسيتُ سالفا

لهُ سالفٌ يهدي الهوى لعشيقه

لهُ سالفٌ يهدي الهوى لعشيقه

He reminds me of what I had once tried to forget;

And reminds me of what I'd forgotten of old

he has a cheek that bestows love on his lover.

He has a past that guides desire to his lover

أقولُ لهُ لم لا تمرّ مسلّما

أقولُ لهُ لم لا تمرّ مسلّما

فيكسو الحيا خدّيه ثوبُ شقيقه

فيكسو الحيا خدّيه ثوبُ شقيقه

I say to him, “Why do you not pass by with a greeting?”

I say to him, why not pass by peacefully?

Then bashfulness clothes his cheeks in its robe of red anemones,

So modesty may clothe my cheek in its dress

فيشتدّ ما ألقاه من ألم الجوى

فيشتدّ ما ألقاه من ألم الجوى

ويقذُف قلبي في لهيب حريقه

ويقذُف قلبي في لهيب حريقه

so the anguish of longing I endure grows fiercer,

But his pain that he inflicts grows more intense

and hurls my heart into the blaze of its fire.

And casts my heart into his burning fire's blaze