أَأَحبابَ قَلبي إِن يَكُن لَكُمُ رضا

أَأَحبابَ قَلبي إِن يَكُن لَكُمُ رضا

بقتلي أَسىً سلّمتُ أَمرى لِلقَضا

بقتلي أَسىً سلّمتُ أَمرى لِلقَضا

O beloveds of my heart, if you take pleasure

O beloveds of my heart, if my death brings you contentment

In slaying me with grief, I have surrendered my lot to fate.

I have surrendered my will to destiny's judgement

أَما وَلَيالٍ بَعدَكُم طيبها اِنقَضى

أَما وَلَيالٍ بَعدَكُم طيبها اِنقَضى

تمرُّ الصبا صفحاً بِساكن ذي الغَضا

تمرُّ الصبا صفحاً بِساكن ذي الغَضا

Indeed, by nights whose sweetness ended after you left,

After you, nights of sweetness have passed away

The east wind passes without pause by the dweller of Dhu al-Ghada,

While youth flows by one residing in solitude

وَيصرع قَلبي إِذ تهبُّ هبوبها

وَيصرع قَلبي إِذ تهبُّ هبوبها

أَهيم بِذكراكم إِذا ما تَرَنَّما

أَهيم بِذكراكم إِذا ما تَرَنَّما

And its gusts strike down my heart when it blows.

And my heart is felled when its gusts blow

I am lost in longing at the thought of you whenever there sings

I rave with your memory when it sings to me

حمام بذكرى إِلفه باتَ مغرما

حمام بذكرى إِلفه باتَ مغرما

وَإِنّي لأَصبو لِلصِبا فَهيَ في الحِمى

وَإِنّي لأَصبو لِلصِبا فَهيَ في الحِمى

A dove, lovesick through the night at the memory of its mate.

A dove crazed with the memory of its fellow

And I do yearn for the east wind, for in the protected grounds it is

While I yearn for youth though it is in ruin

قَريبَةُ عَهدٍ بِالحَبيب وَإِنَّما

قَريبَةُ عَهدٍ بِالحَبيب وَإِنَّما

هَوى كُلّ نَفس أين حَلَّ حَبيبها

هَوى كُلّ نَفس أين حَلَّ حَبيبها

Fresh from the beloved's presence; and only

Recently parted from the beloved, yet

Where its beloved dwells does each soul's longing lie.

Every soul desires where its beloved settled