يا عاذِلي في لَيلِهِ وَنَهارِهِ

يا عاذِلي في لَيلِهِ وَنَهارِهِ

خَلِّ الهَوى يَكوي المُحِبَّ بِنارِهِ

خَلِّ الهَوى يَكوي المُحِبَّ بِنارِهِ

O you who reproach me, night and day,

O my reproacher, night and day

Let passion sear the lover with its fire.

Let passion burn, it tortures the lover with its fire

وَيحَ المُتَيَّمِ وَيحَهُ ماذا عَلى

وَيحَ المُتَيَّمِ وَيحَهُ ماذا عَلى

عُذّالِهِ مِن ذَنبِهِ أَو عارِه

عُذّالِهِ مِن ذَنبِهِ أَو عارِه

Alas for the love-stricken, alas for him! What burden falls upon

Alas for the blameless one, what is his sin

His reproachers from his sin or his shame?

Or shame, that he should be so reproached?

يا حُسنَ أَحمَدَ إِذ غَدا مُتَشَمِّراً

يا حُسنَ أَحمَدَ إِذ غَدا مُتَشَمِّراً

في قُرطَقٍ يَمشي بِكَأسِ عُقارِه

في قُرطَقٍ يَمشي بِكَأسِ عُقارِه

Oh, the beauty of Ahmad when he went forth, sleeves rolled up,

O beautiful Ahmad, walking jauntily

In a short tunic, walking with a cup of his wine!

In a short coat, cup of wine in hand

وَالغُصنُ في أَثوابِهِ وَالدُرُّ في

وَالغُصنُ في أَثوابِهِ وَالدُرُّ في

فَمِهِ وَجيدُ الظَبيِ في أَزرارِه

فَمِهِ وَجيدُ الظَبيِ في أَزرارِه

And a bough is in his clothes, and pearls are in

Branch tucked in his clothes, pearl in his mouth

His mouth, and a gazelle's neck amid his buttons.

And gazelle necklace round his breast

لَكِنَّهُ قاسٍ كَذوبٌ وَعدُهُ

لَكِنَّهُ قاسٍ كَذوبٌ وَعدُهُ

نائي المَزارِ عَلى دُنوِّ جِوارِه

نائي المَزارِ عَلى دُنوِّ جِوارِه

But he is hard-hearted, his promise false,

Yet he is cruel, his promise false

Far out of reach, though his dwelling is near.

Though his dwelling is near, he is far off

ما كانَ أَحذَقَني بِهُجرَةِ مِثلِهِ

ما كانَ أَحذَقَني بِهُجرَةِ مِثلِهِ

لَولا مَلاحَةُ خَدِّهِ وَعِذارِه

لَولا مَلاحَةُ خَدِّهِ وَعِذارِه

How adept I would have been at forsaking one like him,

None has wounded me by leaving like him

Were it not for the beauty of his cheek and his sideburns.

But for his cheek’s softness and coquetry