شَكَوتُ إِلى الحَبيبِ نُحولَ جِسمي

شَكَوتُ إِلى الحَبيبِ نُحولَ جِسمي

وَسقمي بِالتّباعُدِ في هَواهُ

وَسقمي بِالتّباعُدِ في هَواهُ

I complained to the beloved of my body's wasting,

I complained to my beloved of my body's thinness

And of my sickness from separation in my love for him.

And my sickness from being distanced from his love

فَقالَ لَديَّ تَشكو مِن سَقامٍ

فَقالَ لَديَّ تَشكو مِن سَقامٍ

وَما تَشكوهُ في عَيني أَراهُ

وَما تَشكوهُ في عَيني أَراهُ

So he said, “You complain before me of sickness,

So he said, "You complain of sickness

And what you complain of, I see in my own eye.”

Yet what you complain of, I see in myself"