شكوتُ ما بالقلبِ من لوعةٍ

شكوتُ ما بالقلبِ من لوعةٍ

ومن جوى يا ما أشدَّ الجوى

ومن جوى يا ما أشدَّ الجوى

I complained of the burning anguish within my heart,

I complained of the burning anguish in my heart,

and of consuming passion—oh, how fierce that passion is!

and of lovesickness—oh, how fierce lovesickness is!

فمالَ بلحظي ولمَّا رأى

فمالَ بلحظي ولمَّا رأى

وجدي ثناهُ في يديَّ الهوى

وجدي ثناهُ في يديَّ الهوى

So he yielded to my glance; and when he saw

So he leaned at my glance; and when he saw

my ardor, Love bent him into my hands.

my passion, love bent him into my hands.

والظبي إما كَسَلَتْ عينهُ

والظبي إما كَسَلَتْ عينهُ

تشبهُ الجيدَ بها فالتوى

تشبهُ الجيدَ بها فالتوى

And the gazelle—whenever its eye grows languid—

And the gazelle, when its eye grows languid,

has its graceful neck mimic that languor, and so it bends.

its neck takes on that same languor, and bends.