كيف لم يشتعل بنار اشتياقي

كيف لم يشتعل بنار اشتياقي

قلم لي أبُثُّهُ ما ألاقي

قلم لي أبُثُّهُ ما ألاقي

How has it not caught fire from the flame of my longing—

How has my pen not ignited in the fire of my longing

a pen of mine, to which I confide what I endure?

That I may pour out what I feel

كان حلوَ المذاق عيشيَ للقُر

كان حلوَ المذاق عيشيَ للقُر

ب فأضحى للبُعدِ مُرَّ المذاق

ب فأضحى للبُعدِ مُرَّ المذاق

My life was sweet to the taste through nearness;

Sweet was the taste of my life near my loved one

then, through distance, it became bitter to the taste.

But distance has made it bitter

فَوَصَبري لآخُذَنّ بثاري

فَوَصَبري لآخُذَنّ بثاري

من ليالي الفراق يوم التلاقي

من ليالي الفراق يوم التلاقي

So, by my patience, I shall surely exact my revenge

So I shall have patience until I can take my reward

upon the nights of separation, on the day of reunion.

From the nights of separation on the day we reunite