مُحبّ شَفَّهُ ألمُه

مُحبّ شَفَّهُ ألمُه

وخامرَ جسمَهُ سقمُه

وخامرَ جسمَهُ سقمُه

A lover whom his pain has wasted,

The lover's lips hurt

and whose sickness has pervaded his body.

And his body ached from his illness

وباحَ بما يُجمجمُهُ

وباحَ بما يُجمجمُهُ

من الأسرارِ مُكتتمُه

من الأسرارِ مُكتتمُه

And he has divulged what he keeps hidden

And he confessed what was tormenting him

of secrets—he who conceals them.

Of his concealed secrets

أما ترثى لِمكتَئبٍ

أما ترثى لِمكتَئبٍ

يُحبَّكَ لحمُهُ ودَمُه

يُحبَّكَ لحمُهُ ودَمُه

Will you not pity a sorrowful man

Won't you have mercy on a depressed one

whose flesh and blood love you?

Who loves you with his flesh and blood

يغارُ على قميصكَ حي

يغارُ على قميصكَ حي

نَ تلبسُهُ ويتهمُه

نَ تلبسُهُ ويتهمُه

He is jealous of your shirt when

He gets jealous of your shirt when

you wear it, and suspects it.

You wear it and accuses it