يَكَفَّيكَ تَقليبُ القُلوبِ وَإِنَّني

يَكَفَّيكَ تَقليبُ القُلوبِ وَإِنَّني

لَفي تَرَح مِمّا أُلاقي فَما ذَنبي

لَفي تَرَح مِمّا أُلاقي فَما ذَنبي

It is enough for you to turn hearts, while I

You stir hearts enough, and I

Am indeed in sorrow at what I endure—what, then, is my fault?

Am in confusion from what I endure, so what is my fault?

خَلَقتَ وُجوهاً كَالمَصابيحِ فِتنَةً

خَلَقتَ وُجوهاً كَالمَصابيحِ فِتنَةً

وَقُلتَ اِهجُروها عَزَّ ذَلِكَ مِن خَطبِ

وَقُلتَ اِهجُروها عَزَّ ذَلِكَ مِن خَطبِ

You created faces like lamps, as a temptation,

You created faces like lamps, tempting,

And said, 'Forsake them'—what a grievous matter that is!

Then said "Turn away from them"—that is hard to do!

فَإِمّا أَبَحتَ الصَبَّ ما قَد خَلَقتَهُ

فَإِمّا أَبَحتَ الصَبَّ ما قَد خَلَقتَهُ

وَإِمّا زَجَرتَ القَلبَ عَن لَوعَةِ الحُبِّ

وَإِمّا زَجَرتَ القَلبَ عَن لَوعَةِ الحُبِّ

So either let the lovesick lover have what you have created,

So either reveal the youth You created,

Or restrain the heart from the burning anguish of love.

Or restrain the heart from the fires of love.