ﻳﺎ ﺟﺮﺣﻬﺎ الموﺟﻌﻲ ﻛﺜﻴﺮاً:

يا جرحها الموجعي كثيراً:

ﻟﻴﺖ ﺿﻠﻮﻋﻲ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻓﺪاءَ

ليت ضلوعي كانت فداءَ

O her wound, which pains me so much:

O her painful wounds so much:

Would that my ribs had been a ransom,

I wish my ribs had been sacrificed

وﻟﻴﺖ َأزﻫﺎرَ ﻛﻞ وادٍ

وليت َأزهارَ كل وادٍ

ﺧَﻔﱠﺖْ إﻟﻰ ﺧﺪﻫﺎ ﺷﻔﺎء!

خَف َّتْ إلى خدها شفاء!

and would that the flowers of every valley

And I wish the flowers of every valley

had hastened to her cheek as a cure!

Blew softly to her cheek as healing!

وﻳﺎ دم الجرح: ﻟﺴﺖ أدري

ويا دم الجرح: لست أدري

ممَّا ﻟﻌﻴﻨﻲﱠ ﻗﺪ ﺗﺮاءَى

ممَّا لعيني َّ قد تراءَى

And O blood of the wound, I cannot tell,

And o blood of the wound: I do not know

from what has appeared to my eyes,

Why has the eye deceived me

ﻫﻞ ﻫﻮ اﻟﻌﻄﺮ ﻻح ﻟﻮﻧًﺎ

هل هو العطر لاح لونًا

أم ﻫﻮ اﻟﻮرد ﺳﺎل ﻣﺎء

أم هو الورد سال ماء

whether it is perfume that has appeared as color,

Was it the scent that flashed with color

or the rose that has flowed as water.

Or was it the rose that shed water