يا مت قبلك قد واللَه برح بي

يا مت قبلك قد واللَه برح بي

شوقي إليك فهل فيك من حظ

شوقي إليك فهل فيك من حظ

Oh, may I die before you! By God, I have indeed been tormented

O you who died before me, by God my longing for you remains

By my longing for you—so is there any share in you for me?

My yearning for you, is there in you any fortune?

قلبي يغار على عيني إذا نظرت

قلبي يغار على عيني إذا نظرت

بقيا عليك فما أروي من اللحظ

بقيا عليك فما أروي من اللحظ

My heart is jealous of my eye whenever it gazes,

My heart is jealous of my eyes when they look

Out of concern for you; so I never quench my thirst with glances.

Remaining upon you, so I cannot quench from the glance