صَفَحتُ بِرَغمِيَ عَنكَ صَفحَ ضَرورَةٍ

صَفَحتُ بِرَغمِيَ عَنكَ صَفحَ ضَرورَةٍ

إِلَيكَ وَفي قَلبي نُدوبٌ مِنَ العَتبِ

إِلَيكَ وَفي قَلبي نُدوبٌ مِنَ العَتبِ

I pardoned you against my will, compelled by need

I forgave you unwillingly out of necessity

for you, though my heart bears scars of reproach.

While in my heart remain wounds of reproach

خَضَعتُ وَما ذَنبي إِنِ الحُبُّ عَزَّني

خَضَعتُ وَما ذَنبي إِنِ الحُبُّ عَزَّني

فَأَغضَيتُ صَفحاً في مُعالَجَةِ الحُبِّ

فَأَغضَيتُ صَفحاً في مُعالَجَةِ الحُبِّ

I submitted—and what fault is mine if love overpowered me?

I submitted though I was not at fault, for love had saddened me

So I looked away in forgiveness as I struggled with love.

So I pardoned, trying to remedy love

وَما زالَ بي فَقرٌ إِلَيكَ مُنازِعٌ

وَما زالَ بي فَقرٌ إِلَيكَ مُنازِعٌ

يُذَلِّلُ مِنّي كُلَّ مُمتَنِعٍ صَعبِ

يُذَلِّلُ مِنّي كُلَّ مُمتَنِعٍ صَعبِ

And still my need for you wrestles within me,

And still in me remains poverty for you, resisting

subduing all in me that is unyielding and stubborn.

Making all stubbornness in me submissive

إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو أَنَّ وُدّي مُحَصَّلٌ

إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو أَنَّ وُدّي مُحَصَّلٌ

وَقَلبي جَميعاً عِندَ مُقتَسِمِ القَلبِ

وَقَلبي جَميعاً عِندَ مُقتَسِمِ القَلبِ

To God I complain that my love is held,

To God I complain that my love is forfeited

and my whole heart, by one who shares out his heart.

And my heart completely belongs to the divider of hearts