سَقِمتُ حتى ملني العائدُ

سَقِمتُ حتى ملني العائدُ

وذُبتُ حتى شمِتَ الحاسدُ

وذُبتُ حتى شمِتَ الحاسدُ

I fell ill until my sickbed visitor grew weary of me.

I grew sick until the gossip returned,

And I wasted away until the envious one gloated.

And I melted away until the envier rejoiced,

وكنتُ خِلواً من رَسيسِ الهوى

وكنتُ خِلواً من رَسيسِ الهوى

حتى رماني طرفُكَ الصائِدُ

حتى رماني طرفُكَ الصائِدُ

And I had been free of love’s first stirrings,

And I was empty of the chief of love,

Until your hunting gaze struck me.

Until your capturing glance hunted me.