أَصْبَحْتُ لاَ مَالَ لِي سِوَى الأَمَلِ

أَصْبَحْتُ لاَ مَالَ لِي سِوَى الأَمَلِ

وَأَنَّنِي عَامِلٌ بِلاَ عَمَلِ

وَأَنَّنِي عَامِلٌ بِلاَ عَمَلِ

I have come to have no wealth but hope,

I have become with no wealth but hope

And I am a worker without work.

And that I work without work

وَلِي غَرِيْمٌ مُوَاصِلٌ خَتِلٌ

وَلِي غَرِيْمٌ مُوَاصِلٌ خَتِلٌ

أَعْجَزَ فَضْلُ احْتِيَالِهِ حِيَلِي

أَعْجَزَ فَضْلُ احْتِيَالِهِ حِيَلِي

And I have a persistent, crafty creditor;

And I have a persistent cunning creditor

His superior cunning has thwarted my stratagems.

Whose guiles have wearied my guiles

مَا حُدَّ بَيْنِي وَبَيْنَهُ أَجَلٌ

مَا حُدَّ بَيْنِي وَبَيْنَهُ أَجَلٌ

إِلاَّ تَوَهَّمْتُ أَنَّهُ أَجَلِي

إِلاَّ تَوَهَّمْتُ أَنَّهُ أَجَلِي

No deadline was ever set between me and him

Nothing stands between us except

Without my imagining it to be my death.

I imagined he is my appointed time

عَذُبَتْ بِالرَّشْفِ مِنْهُ شَفَةٌ

عَذُبَتْ بِالرَّشْفِ مِنْهُ شَفَةٌ

مَصُّهَا أَطْيَبُ مِنْ نَيْلِ الأَمَلْ

مَصُّهَا أَطْيَبُ مِنْ نَيْلِ الأَمَلْ

A lip of his grew sweet with sipping;

A lip has been sweetened by sipping

Sucking it is sweeter than attaining hope.

Its suckling is sweeter than attaining hopes

وَعَلَتْهَا حُمْرَةٌ فِي لَعَسٍ

وَعَلَتْهَا حُمْرَةٌ فِي لَعَسٍ

تَسْتَعِيْرُ اللَّوْنَ مِنْ صِبْغِ الخَجَلْ

تَسْتَعِيْرُ اللَّوْنَ مِنْ صِبْغِ الخَجَلْ

And redness covered it, mingled with duskiness,

And redness has risen in a cheek

Borrowing its color from the dye of bashfulness.

That borrows its color from the dye of shyness

هِيَ فِيْمَا خِلْتُ آثارُ دَمٍ

هِيَ فِيْمَا خِلْتُ آثارُ دَمٍ

مِنْ فُؤَادِي عَلَّ فِيْهِ وَنَهَلْ

مِنْ فُؤَادِي عَلَّ فِيْهِ وَنَهَلْ

I thought it was traces of blood

It is, while I passed, traces of blood

From my heart, where he drank once and then again.

From my heart, so it overflowed and dripped