بَقيتُ وَقَد شَطَّت بِكُم غُربَةُ النَّوى

بَقيتُ وَقَد شَطَّت بِكُم غُربَةُ النَّوى

وَما كُنتُ أَخشى أَنَّني بَعدَكُم أَبقى

وَما كُنتُ أَخشى أَنَّني بَعدَكُم أَبقى

I have lived on, though the estrangement of separation has carried you far away.

I remained while separation from you has swept the homes

And I had not feared that I would live on after you.

And I did not fear that I would remain after you

وَعَلَّمتُموني كَيفَ أَصبِرُ عَنكُمُ

وَعَلَّمتُموني كَيفَ أَصبِرُ عَنكُمُ

وَأَطلُبُ مِن رِقِّ الغَرامِ بِكُم عِتقا

وَأَطلُبُ مِن رِقِّ الغَرامِ بِكُم عِتقا

And you have taught me how to endure being without you,

And you taught me how to be patient without you

And seek freedom from the bondage of my passion for you.

And seek with the shackles of passion for you, freedom

فَما قُلتُ يَوماً لِلبُكاءِ عَلَيكُمُ

فَما قُلتُ يَوماً لِلبُكاءِ عَلَيكُمُ

رُوَيداً وَلا لِلشَّوقِ نَحوكُم رِفقا

رُوَيداً وَلا لِلشَّوقِ نَحوكُم رِفقا

For never did I say to my weeping over you,

So I never said to crying over you, gently

“Slow down,” nor to my longing for you, “Be gentle.”

Nor for yearning toward you, slowly

فَما الحُبُّ إِلّا أَن أعُدَّ قَبيحَكُم

فَما الحُبُّ إِلّا أَن أعُدَّ قَبيحَكُم

إِليَّ جَميلاً وَالقِلى مِنكُمُ عِشقا

إِليَّ جَميلاً وَالقِلى مِنكُمُ عِشقا

For love is nothing but my deeming your ill treatment

For love is not but that I count your ugliness

Of me beautiful, and hatred from you passionate love.

To me beautiful, and your scarcity from me, love.