دَعُوا مُقْلَتي تَبْكي لِفقْدِ حَبيبها

دَعُوا مُقْلَتي تَبْكي لِفقْدِ حَبيبها

لِيُطْفِىءَ بَرْدُ الدَّمْعِ حَرَّ لَهِيبِها

لِيُطْفِىءَ بَرْدُ الدَّمْعِ حَرَّ لَهِيبِها

Let my eye weep for the loss of its beloved,

Let my tears flow to mourn the loss of my beloved

So the coolness of tears may quench the heat of its flame,

So the chill of weeping may quench the burning flames within me

بِمَنْ لَوْ رَأَتْهُ القاطِعاتُ أكُفَّها

بِمَنْ لَوْ رَأَتْهُ القاطِعاتُ أكُفَّها

لمَا رَضِيَتْ إِلاَّ بقَطْعِ قُلُوبِها

لمَا رَضِيَتْ إِلاَّ بقَطْعِ قُلُوبِها

For one at whose sight the women who cut their hands

For he who, were the severers to see him, would make them lower their swords

Would have been content only with cutting their hearts.

And be content only when they had cut out their own hearts