أَيُّ قَلْبٍ عَلَى صُدُودِكَ يَبْقَى

أَيُّ قَلْبٍ عَلَى صُدُودِكَ يَبْقَى

أَوَ لَمْ يَكْفِ أَنَّنِي ذُبْتُ عِشْقَا

أَوَ لَمْ يَكْفِ أَنَّنِي ذُبْتُ عِشْقَا

What heart can survive your rejection?

What heart remains steadfast 'gainst your coldness,

And is it not enough that I have melted with love?

When loving you has left me wasted and weak?

لَمْ تَدَعْ مِنِّيَ الصَّبَابَةُ إِلَّا

لَمْ تَدَعْ مِنِّيَ الصَّبَابَةُ إِلَّا

شَبَحاً شَفَّهُ السَّقَامُ فَدَقَّا

شَبَحاً شَفَّهُ السَّقَامُ فَدَقَّا

Passionate longing has left of me nothing but

Naught of my youth remains except

a phantom, wasted by sickness and grown thin,

A specter, thinned by sickness into bones,

وَدُمُوعاً أَسَالَهَا الْوَجْدُ حَتَّى

وَدُمُوعاً أَسَالَهَا الْوَجْدُ حَتَّى

غَلَبَتْ أَدْمُعَ الْغَمَامَةِ سَبْقَا

غَلَبَتْ أَدْمُعَ الْغَمَامَةِ سَبْقَا

and tears that longing has made flow until

And tears that longing brought, till they

they outpaced the tears of the cloud.

Outpoured the rain clouds in their flow.

فَتَصَدَّقْ بِنَظْرَةٍ مِنْكَ تَشْفِي

فَتَصَدَّقْ بِنَظْرَةٍ مِنْكَ تَشْفِي

دَاءَ قَلْبٍ مِنَ الْغَرَامِ مُلَقَّى

دَاءَ قَلْبٍ مِنَ الْغَرَامِ مُلَقَّى

So grant, as alms, a glance from you to heal

So give to me a glance that can restore

the sickness of a heart laid low by love.

A heart made ill by passion's throes.

كَانَ أَبْقَى مِنْهُ الْغَرَامُ قَلِيلاً

كَانَ أَبْقَى مِنْهُ الْغَرَامُ قَلِيلاً

فَأَذَابَ الصُّدُودُ مَا قَدْ تَبَقَّى

فَأَذَابَ الصُّدُودُ مَا قَدْ تَبَقَّى

Love had left a little of it,

My love outlasted, though it was but brief,

then rejection melted away what still remained.

Before your coldness melted what remained.

لا تَسَلْنِي عَنْ بَعْضِ مَا أَنَا فِيهِ

لا تَسَلْنِي عَنْ بَعْضِ مَا أَنَا فِيهِ

مِنْ غَرَامٍ فَلَسْتُ أَمْلِكُ نُطقَا

مِنْ غَرَامٍ فَلَسْتُ أَمْلِكُ نُطقَا

Do not ask me about any part of what I endure

Ask not what I now suffer from

from love, for I have no power to speak.

This love, for I've no voice to speak it.

سَلْ إِذَا شِئْتَ أَنْجُمَ اللَّيْلِ عَنِّي

سَلْ إِذَا شِئْتَ أَنْجُمَ اللَّيْلِ عَنِّي

فَهْيَ أَدْرَى بِكُلِّ مَا بِتُّ أَلْقَى

فَهْيَ أَدْرَى بِكُلِّ مَا بِتُّ أَلْقَى

Ask, if you wish, the stars of night about me;

Ask, if you wish, the stars of the night about me,

for they know best all that I endure through the night:

For they know best all I endure.

نَفَسٌ لا يَبِينُ ضَعْفَاً وَجِسْمٌ

نَفَسٌ لا يَبِينُ ضَعْفَاً وَجِسْمٌ

سَارَ فِيهِ الضَّنَى فَأَصْبَحَ مُلْقَى

سَارَ فِيهِ الضَّنَى فَأَصْبَحَ مُلْقَى

a breath too weak to be discerned, and a body

A soul that shows no weakness, and a body

through which wasting sickness spread, leaving it prostrate.

Wrecked by sorrow till it lies as rubble.

فَتَرَفَّقْ بِمُهْجَةٍ شَفَّهَا الْوَجْ

فَتَرَفَّقْ بِمُهْجَةٍ شَفَّهَا الْوَجْ

دُ فَذَابَتْ وَأَدْمُعٍ لَيْسَ تَرْقَا

دُ فَذَابَتْ وَأَدْمُعٍ لَيْسَ تَرْقَا

So be gentle with a soul worn thin by

Have mercy then upon a love-wasted heart,

longing till it melted, and with tears that never cease.

And tears not ceasing in their flow.

إِنْ يَكُنْ دَأْبُكَ الصُّدُودَ فَقَلْبِي

إِنْ يَكُنْ دَأْبُكَ الصُّدُودَ فَقَلْبِي

عَنْكَ رَاضٍ وَإِنْ غَدَا بِكَ يَشْقَى

عَنْكَ رَاضٍ وَإِنْ غَدَا بِكَ يَشْقَى

If rejection is your wont, then my heart

If your way is coldness, then my heart is still

is content with you, though through you it has come to suffer.

Content with you, though it is left in pain.

فَعَلَيْكَ السَّلامُ مِنِّي فَإِنِّي

فَعَلَيْكَ السَّلامُ مِنِّي فَإِنِّي

مُتُّ شَوْقاً وَاللَّهُ خَيْرٌ وَأَبْقَى

مُتُّ شَوْقاً وَاللَّهُ خَيْرٌ وَأَبْقَى

So peace be upon you from me, for I

So peace be upon you, for I am dying

have died of longing; and God is better and more enduring.

Of longing, and God is best and Everlasting.