وقد كلَّمتْ قلبي سيوفُ لِحَاظِهِ

وقد كلَّمتْ قلبي سيوفُ لِحَاظِهِ

شكوتُ إليها قِصَّتي وهي تبسِمُ

شكوتُ إليها قِصَّتي وهي تبسِمُ

And the swords of his glances had wounded my heart;

The swords spoke to my heart through their sheaths

I complained to her of my plight while she smiled.

I told my story to her as she smiled

فلم أَرَ بدراً ضاحكاً قبلَ وجهها

فلم أَرَ بدراً ضاحكاً قبلَ وجهها

ولم تَرَ قبلي ميتاً يتكلمُ

ولم تَرَ قبلي ميتاً يتكلمُ

So I had never seen a laughing full moon before her face,

I’d never seen the full moon laugh like her face

Nor had she seen a dead man speaking before me.

And she’d never seen a dead man speak before me