كيفَ السلوُّ وأنتَ تعلمُ أنَّني

كيفَ السلوُّ وأنتَ تعلمُ أنَّني

لا أستطيعُ إلى السُّلوِّ سَبيلا

لا أستطيعُ إلى السُّلوِّ سَبيلا

How could I forget, when you know that I

How can there be forgetting, when you yourself know that I

How can I forget, when you know that I

can find no way to forget?

can find no path at all that leads me to forget?

Can find no path to forgetting?

والنارُ يُؤلمُها حشايَ فحرُّها

والنارُ يُؤلمُها حشايَ فحرُّها

وتزيدُ قلبي في الغليلِ غَليلا

وتزيدُ قلبي في الغليلِ غَليلا

Even fire is pained by my innards; its heat

The fire itself is scalded by my burning entrails, and its heat

And fire is pained by my innermost being—so its heat—

adds still more anguish to my heart’s burning anguish.

adds to my heart, already parched, thirst upon thirst.

And it adds burning longing to my heart's burning longing.

نارٌ من اللحظاتِ مني لم تُرد

نارٌ من اللحظاتِ مني لم تُرد

عيناك إلا أن أكونَ قتيلا

عيناك إلا أن أكونَ قتيلا

A fire born of glances. Of me, never desired

A fire born of glances — of me they have wanted,

A fire from glances—nothing was desired of me

your eyes aught but that I should be slain.

your two eyes, nothing at all but that I fall slain.

By your eyes except that I should be slain.

لو أنَّ هجركَ كانَ وَصلاً كلَّهُ

لو أنَّ هجركَ كانَ وَصلاً كلَّهُ

مَع ما أقاسي منكَ كان قليلا

مَع ما أقاسي منكَ كان قليلا

Even if all your forsaking were reunion,

Were all your shunning turned to union, every last part of it,

If your estrangement had all been union,

compared with what I suffer from you, that would be little.

set against what I suffer from you, it would still be little.

Beside what I suffer from you, it would have been little.