فُؤادي كَئيبٌ بالصّبابةِ مُدنَفُ

فُؤادي كَئيبٌ بالصّبابةِ مُدنَفُ

وَدَمعي صَبيبٌ لِلكَآبَةِ يَذرِفُ

وَدَمعي صَبيبٌ لِلكَآبَةِ يَذرِفُ

My heart is sorrowful, wasted by passionate longing.

My heart is gloomy with youth gone by

And my tears pour forth, flowing from grief.

And my tears flow copiously in melancholy

أَسُحّ دَماً مِن بَينِ جَفنَيَّ سائِلاً

أَسُحّ دَماً مِن بَينِ جَفنَيَّ سائِلاً

بِخَدّي فَهَل إِنسانُ عَينَيَّ يَرعُفُ

بِخَدّي فَهَل إِنسانُ عَينَيَّ يَرعُفُ

I pour out blood from between my eyelids, streaming

I wipe blood from between my eyelids asking

Down my cheek—does the pupil of my eyes have a nosebleed?

Does any human see the weeping of my eyes