أَنا بَيْنَ الرَّجاءِ والخَوفِ مِنْهُ

أَنا بَيْنَ الرَّجاءِ والخَوفِ مِنْهُ

في يَدِ الشَّوقِ مُطْلَقٌ مَحْبُوسُ

في يَدِ الشَّوقِ مُطْلَقٌ مَحْبُوسُ

I am between hope and fear of him,

Between hope and fear of his fate

in longing’s hand, free yet imprisoned.

In the hand of passion, captive and free

بانَ مِنَّا يَوْمَ الفِراقِ فَوَلَّتْ

بانَ مِنَّا يَوْمَ الفِراقِ فَوَلَّتْ

ثمَّ بانَتْ مِنْ بَعْدِ ذاكَ نُفوسُ

ثمَّ بانَتْ مِنْ بَعْدِ ذاكَ نُفوسُ

He left us on the day of parting, so they turned away;

His love had fled the day we parted

then, after that, souls departed.

But then it was the souls that parted from we