أَمُعَذِّبِي بِالنّارِ سَلْ بِجَوانِحِي

أَمُعَذِّبِي بِالنّارِ سَلْ بِجَوانِحِي

عِنْدِي مِنَ الزَّفَراتِ ما يَكْفِينِي

عِنْدِي مِنَ الزَّفَراتِ ما يَكْفِينِي

Would you torment me with fire? Ask my ribs—

O you who torment me with fire, ask about my ribs:

I have sighs enough within me to suffice.

I have sighs enough to suffice me.

لا تَبْغِ إِحْراقِي فإِنَّ مَدامِعِي

لا تَبْغِ إِحْراقِي فإِنَّ مَدامِعِي

تُغْرِي بِنارِكَ ماءَها فَيَقِينِي

تُغْرِي بِنارِكَ ماءَها فَيَقِينِي

Do not seek to burn me, for my tears

Do not seek to burn me, for my tear ducts

pit their water against your fire, and it shields me.

set their water against your fire, and it shields me.

لُوْلاَ بَوادِرُها الْغزِارُ لأَوْشَكَتْ

لُوْلاَ بَوادِرُها الْغزِارُ لأَوْشَكَتْ

وَهَوَاكَ نارُ هَواكَ أَنْ تُرْدِينِي

وَهَوَاكَ نارُ هَواكَ أَنْ تُرْدِينِي

Were it not for their copious first outpourings,

But for their copious gushes, it would have come close—

the fire of your love—by your love!—would nearly destroy me.

the fire of my love for you, by that love!—to destroying me.

كَمْ وَقْعَةٍ لِلشَّوْقِ شُبَّ ضِرامُها

كَمْ وَقْعَةٍ لِلشَّوْقِ شُبَّ ضِرامُها

فَلَقِيتُ فِيها أَضْلُعِي بِجُفُونِي

فَلَقِيتُ فِيها أَضْلُعِي بِجُفُونِي

How many a battle of longing has had its blaze kindled,

How many a battle of longing had its blaze kindled,

and there, with my eyelids, I confronted my ribs.

and in it I confronted my ribs with my eyelids.