وَاِن هَواها في فُؤادي لِقُرحَة

وَاِن هَواها في فُؤادي لِقُرحَة

دَوى مُنذُ كانَت قَد ابت ما تَدَمدم

دَوى مُنذُ كانَت قَد ابت ما تَدَمدم

And love for her is indeed a wound in my heart,

And if her love within my heart is a wound

Incurable since it arose; it resists and will not heal.

That has been aching since it wept when it fell silent