عِش فَحُبّيك سَريعاً قاتِلي

عِش فَحُبّيك سَريعاً قاتِلي

وَالضَنى إِن لَم تَصِلني واصِلي

وَالضَنى إِن لَم تَصِلني واصِلي

Live on, for my love for you will soon kill me.

Live, so my love for you kills me quickly

And wasting sickness, if you do not come to me, will come to me.

And grief, if you don't unite with me, unite me

ظَفَرَ الحُبُّ بِقَلبٍ دَنِفٍ

ظَفَرَ الحُبُّ بِقَلبٍ دَنِفٍ

فيكَ وَالسُقمُ بِجِسمٍ ناحِلِ

فيكَ وَالسُقمُ بِجِسمٍ ناحِلِ

Love has triumphed over a heart sick with longing

Love has conquered a soft heart

For you, and illness over an emaciated body.

For you, and illness a thin body

فَهُما بَينَ اِكتِئابٍ وَضَنى

فَهُما بَينَ اِكتِئابٍ وَضَنى

تَرَكاني كَالقَضيبِ الذابِلِ

تَرَكاني كَالقَضيبِ الذابِلِ

So the two, between dejection and wasting illness,

So they left me between depression and grief

Have left me like a withered branch.

Like a withered rod

وَبَكى العاذِلُ لي مِن رَحمَةٍ

وَبَكى العاذِلُ لي مِن رَحمَةٍ

فَبُكائي لِبُكاء العاذِلِ

فَبُكائي لِبُكاء العاذِلِ

And the reproacher wept for me out of pity,

And the reproacher cried for me out of mercy

So I weep because the reproacher weeps.

So my crying is for the crying of the reproacher