شَكَوتُ إِلَيهِ الحُبَّ أَبغي شِفاءَه

شَكَوتُ إِلَيهِ الحُبَّ أَبغي شِفاءَه

حَرارَةَ أَحشائي بِبَردِ رُضابِه

حَرارَةَ أَحشائي بِبَردِ رُضابِه

I complained to him of love, seeking a cure

I complained of love to him, desiring his cure

For the heat in my depths through the coolness of his saliva.

The heat of my insides with the coldness of his rain

فَجادَ بِبُخلٍ وَهوَ مَوتٌ مُعَجَّلٌ

فَجادَ بِبُخلٍ وَهوَ مَوتٌ مُعَجَّلٌ

فَابدَيتُ مُرتاداً رِضاهُ الرضا بِه

فَابدَيتُ مُرتاداً رِضاهُ الرضا بِه

So he lavished stinginess—and that is a hastened death;

Yet he was miserly in his giving, though death was hastened

So, seeking his approval, I showed contentment with it.

So I feigned acceptance, pretending to be pleased with him