فُؤادي كما شاءَت لِحاظُ غزالي

فُؤادي كما شاءَت لِحاظُ غزالي

جريحٌ فما لِلعاذِلينَ ومالي

جريحٌ فما لِلعاذِلينَ ومالي

My heart, as my gazelle’s glances willed,

My heart is wounded as my gazelle-eyed beloved desired

is wounded—what business have the reproachers with my affairs?

Injured, so what is it to the blamers and what is it to me

وَدَمعي نَظيمٌ فوق خَدّي كأنَّني

وَدَمعي نَظيمٌ فوق خَدّي كأنَّني

أَمَرتُ دُموعي أن تَخُطَّ مقالي

أَمَرتُ دُموعي أن تَخُطَّ مقالي

And my tears are strung upon my cheek, as though I

And my tears are strung like pearls upon my cheek as if

had ordered my tears to inscribe my words,

I commanded my tears to write down my words

لِيَلمحَها اللاحي فَيَرثي لِصَبوَتي

لِيَلمحَها اللاحي فَيَرثي لِصَبوَتي

وَيَقرأَها الواشي فَيَرحمَ حالي

وَيَقرأَها الواشي فَيَرحمَ حالي

so the reproacher might glimpse them and pity my yearning,

So the passerby may notice them and lament my passion

and the talebearer might read them and have mercy on my plight.

And the night patrol may read them and have mercy on my state