جِسمي غَدا بالِياً مِثل الرَّدى خَلقاً

جِسمي غَدا بالِياً مِثل الرَّدى خَلقاً

يَجوزُ في العِشقِ مِن داءٍ إِلى داءِ

يَجوزُ في العِشقِ مِن داءٍ إِلى داءِ

My body has become worn out, threadbare like a cloak.

My body has become tired like ruins in creation

In love, it passes from ailment to ailment.

In love, it is possible to go from one affliction to another

أَرَدتُ أَغسِلُه أَبغي نَظافَتَهُ

أَرَدتُ أَغسِلُه أَبغي نَظافَتَهُ

فَخِفتُ مِن غَسلِهِ يَجري مَعَ الماءِ

فَخِفتُ مِن غَسلِهِ يَجري مَعَ الماءِ

I wanted to wash it, seeking to make it clean.

I wanted to wash it, I wanted its cleanliness

So I feared it would flow away with the water if washed.

But I feared that washing it would drain it away with the water