يا رسمَ من أعطى الهوى

يا رسمَ من أعطى الهوى

مفتاحَ قلبي المقفلِ

مفتاحَ قلبي المقفلِ

O portrait of the one who gave love

O image of the one who gave love

The key to my locked heart.

The key to my locked heart

في حبه فنيَ الصبا

في حبه فنيَ الصبا

وشباب أيامي بلي

وشباب أيامي بلي

In loving him, my youth was spent,

In his love my youth passed

And the prime of my days wore away.

And the days of my prime withered

يا ويح ما ضيعت في

يا ويح ما ضيعت في

هِ من قليل مخجلِ

هِ من قليل مخجلِ

Alas for what I squandered on

Alas how much I wasted

Him—so shamefully little!

Of my shy little self

ماضيَّ ضاع ولو قدر

ماضيَّ ضاع ولو قدر

ت لجدت بالمستقبلِ

ت لجدت بالمستقبلِ

My past is lost; and if I could,

My past is lost and if I could

I would give my future freely.

I would make up with the future

يا رسم كم من ليلةٍ

يا رسم كم من ليلةٍ

أبكي وأستبكيك لي

أبكي وأستبكيك لي

O portrait, how many a night

O image many a night

I weep and beg you to weep for me!

I cry and cry for you

حتى رجعتُ مخادعاً

حتى رجعتُ مخادعاً

ومَضيتُ جد مضلّلِ

ومَضيتُ جد مضلّلِ

Until I came away deceived,

Until I returned deceiving

And went on utterly deluded.

And went on completely lost

أرنُو لدمعي بادياً

أرنُو لدمعي بادياً

في وجهك المتهللِ

في وجهك المتهللِ

I gaze at my tears, appearing

I plead for my tears to show

On your beaming face.

On your gleeful face

فإخال عينك هَزّها

فإخال عينك هَزّها

شَكوى الغريب المهملِ

شَكوى الغريب المهملِ

So I imagine your eye was stirred

So your eyes would shake

By the neglected stranger's lament;

Hearing the complaint of the neglected stranger

فَبَكَت وتلك دموعها

فَبَكَت وتلك دموعها

هَذِي تَسيل وذِي تَلي

هَذِي تَسيل وذِي تَلي

So it wept—and those are its tears:

And she cried those were her tears

This one flows, and that one follows.

Flowing down continuously