قَلْبٌ بِلَوْعاتِ الهوَى مَعْمُودُ

قَلْبٌ بِلَوْعاتِ الهوَى مَعْمُودُ

حَيٌّ كَمَيْتٍ حاضِرٌ مَفْقُودٌ

حَيٌّ كَمَيْتٍ حاضِرٌ مَفْقُودٌ

A heart stricken by love's burning pangs,

A heart laden with the pangs of passion

Alive like one dead, present yet lost.

Alive like a dead man, present yet lost

مَا ذُقْتُ طَعْمَ المَوْتِ في كَأسِ الأسَى

مَا ذُقْتُ طَعْمَ المَوْتِ في كَأسِ الأسَى

حَتَّى سَقَتنِيْهِ الظِّباءُ الغِيدُ

حَتَّى سَقَتنِيْهِ الظِّباءُ الغِيدُ

I never tasted the flavor of death in sorrow's cup

I tasted not the flavor of death in the cup of sorrow

Until the graceful gazelles gave it to me to drink.

Until she made me drink it, that graceful gazelle

مَنْ ذَا يُداوي القلْبَ مِنْ داءِ الهوى

مَنْ ذَا يُداوي القلْبَ مِنْ داءِ الهوى

إِذْ لا دَواءٌ لِلهَوى مَوْجُودُ

إِذْ لا دَواءٌ لِلهَوى مَوْجُودُ

Who is there to heal the heart of love's sickness,

Who can cure the heart of the disease of love

Since no remedy for love exists?

When no cure for passion exists

أمْ كَيفَ أَسْلو غَادَةً ما حُبُّها

أمْ كَيفَ أَسْلو غَادَةً ما حُبُّها

إِلّا قَضاءٌ ما لَهُ مَرْدودُ

إِلّا قَضاءٌ ما لَهُ مَرْدودُ

Or how can I forget a graceful maiden, when love for her is nothing

Or how can I ask for peace from one whose love

But a decree that cannot be averted?

Is but a decree that brooks no repeal

القَلْبُ مِنْها مُسْتَريْحٌ سَالِمٌ

القَلْبُ مِنْها مُسْتَريْحٌ سَالِمٌ

وَالقَلْبُ مِنِّي جاهِدٌ مَجْهُودُ

وَالقَلْبُ مِنِّي جاهِدٌ مَجْهُودُ

Her heart is at ease, unharmed,

While her heart finds peace and safety

And my heart is struggling, exhausted.

Mine remains struggling and distressed