خبراها بأنني في هواها

خبراها بأنني في هواها

زائل العقل زائد الأشواق

زائل العقل زائد الأشواق

Tell her, you two, that in my love for her

Tell her that I am enamored by her

I am bereft of reason, overflowing with longing.

With fading sanity and growing ardor

واذا ما لشقوتي انكرنني

واذا ما لشقوتي انكرنني

فاعذراها لكثرة العشاق

فاعذراها لكثرة العشاق

And if ever, to my misfortune, they disown me,

And if she denies knowing me in wretchedness

then excuse her, you two, for the multitude of lovers.

Excuse her, for many are those who adore her