صَغيرُ هَواكَ عَذَّبَني

صَغيرُ هَواكَ عَذَّبَني

فَكَيفَ بِهِ إِذا اِحتَنَكا

فَكَيفَ بِهِ إِذا اِحتَنَكا

My love for you, still young, tormented me;

Your small love has tortured me

How, then, will it be when it comes of age?

So how could I bear it if we become intimate?

وَأَنتَ جَمَعتَ مِن قَلبي

وَأَنتَ جَمَعتَ مِن قَلبي

هَوىً قَد كانَ مُشتَرِكا

هَوىً قَد كانَ مُشتَرِكا

And you have gathered from my heart

And you have gathered from my heart

a love once shared among others.

A love that was once shared

وَحَبسُ رِضاكَ يَقتُلُني

وَحَبسُ رِضاكَ يَقتُلُني

وَقَتلي لا يَحِلُّ لَكا

وَقَتلي لا يَحِلُّ لَكا

And withholding your favor kills me,

Yet your withholding satisfaction kills me

yet killing me is not lawful for you.

And my murder would not please you

أَما تَرثي لِمُكتَئِبٍ

أَما تَرثي لِمُكتَئِبٍ

إِذا ضَحِكَ الحَزينُ بَكى

إِذا ضَحِكَ الحَزينُ بَكى

Will you not pity one so despondent,

Do you not have pity on one depressed

who weeps when even the sorrowful laugh?

When the sorrowful laugh, they weep