فَيا حُسنَها إِذ يَغسَلُ الدَمعُ كُحلَها

فَيا حُسنَها إِذ يَغسَلُ الدَمعُ كُحلَها

وَإِذ هِيَ تُذري الدَمعَ مِنها الأَنامِلُ

وَإِذ هِيَ تُذري الدَمعَ مِنها الأَنامِلُ

And oh, how lovely she is as tears wash away her kohl,

Her beauty when tears wash the kohl from her eyes,

And as her fingertips scatter the tears from her,

And when she sheds tears that rain down her cheeks.

عَشِيَّةَ قالَت في العِتابِ قَتَلتَني

عَشِيَّةَ قالَت في العِتابِ قَتَلتَني

وَقَتلي بِما قالَت هُناكَ تُحاوِلُ

وَقَتلي بِما قالَت هُناكَ تُحاوِلُ

That evening when she said in reproach, 'You have killed me,'

One evening she said reproachfully, “You have killed me,”

Yet with what she said there, she sought to kill me.

And her words were killing me as I tried to appease her.

فَقُلتُ لَها جودي فَقالَت مُجيبَةً

فَقُلتُ لَها جودي فَقالَت مُجيبَةً

أَلَلجِدُّ هَذا مِنكَ أَم أَنتَ هازِلُ

أَلَلجِدُّ هَذا مِنكَ أَم أَنتَ هازِلُ

So I said to her, 'Be generous,' and she said in reply,

I said “Be generous,” and she answered, “Is this serious,

'Is this earnest on your part, or are you jesting?'

Or are you just joking?”

لَقَد جَعَلَ اللَيلُ القَصيرُ لَنا بِكُم

لَقَد جَعَلَ اللَيلُ القَصيرُ لَنا بِكُم

عَلَيَّ لِرَوعاتِ الهَوى يَتَطاوَلُ

عَلَيَّ لِرَوعاتِ الهَوى يَتَطاوَلُ

Indeed, the night, short for us with you, has begun

For us, the short night has been made by you

To grow long for me because of love's terrors.

Seem longer with pangs of passion upon me.