قد أنصف السقم من عينيكَ وانتصفا

قد أنصف السقم من عينيكَ وانتصفا

فها هما يحكيان العاشقَ الدّنفا

فها هما يحكيان العاشقَ الدّنفا

Sickness has dealt justly with your eyes and exacted its due.

Illness has been fair to your eyes, and they have taken revenge,

So behold: they both resemble the ailing lover.

Now they tell of a tender lover,

يا ساحرَ الطرف قد أغريتَ بي كلَفآ

يا ساحرَ الطرف قد أغريتَ بي كلَفآ

بَرحآ وصيرتني أستحسنُ الكلفا

بَرحآ وصيرتني أستحسنُ الكلفا

O you whose gaze bewitches, you have unleashed upon me a passion,

O sorcerer of the eyelashes, you have made me suffer,

Agonizing, and made me find passion lovely.

Innocently, and made me appreciate suffering,

أظُنّ خديكَ من جاري دمي اختَضبَا

أظُنّ خديكَ من جاري دمي اختَضبَا

لقد تناهيتَ في قتلي وقد ظَرُفا

لقد تناهيتَ في قتلي وقد ظَرُفا

I think your cheeks have been dyed with my flowing blood.

I think your cheeks have been dyed by my blood,

Indeed, you have gone to the utmost in killing me, and your cheeks have grown lovely.

You have gone too far in killing me, and have been unjust.