وَلَمّا اِبتَلى بِالحُبِّ رَقَّ لِشكوَتي

وَلَمّا اِبتَلى بِالحُبِّ رَقَّ لِشكوَتي

وَما كانَ لَولا الحُبُّ مِمَّن يَرِقُّ لي

وَما كانَ لَولا الحُبُّ مِمَّن يَرِقُّ لي

And when he was afflicted with love, he was moved by my complaint.

When he was tested with love, he softened at my complaint,

And, were it not for love, he would not have been one to pity me.

And he would not have softened for me, had it not been for love.

أُحِبُّ الَّذي هامَ الحَبيبُ بِحُبِّهِ

أُحِبُّ الَّذي هامَ الحَبيبُ بِحُبِّهِ

أَلا فَاِعجَبوا مِن ذا الغَرام المُسَلسَلِ

أَلا فَاِعجَبوا مِن ذا الغَرام المُسَلسَلِ

I love the one with whom the beloved is madly in love.

I love him who is infatuated with his love for me.

Ah, then marvel at this passion linked in a chain!

Be amazed at this progressive, interlinked passion.