بين الصبابة والهجران مطروح

بين الصبابة والهجران مطروح

قلب بحدِّ سنان الحب مجروح

قلب بحدِّ سنان الحب مجروح

Cast down between ardor and abandonment,

Between youthfulness and abandonment I am laid down,

a heart lies wounded by the keen point of love’s spear.

A heart wounded by the sharp teeth of love.

تخاله مات إلا أنه شبح

تخاله مات إلا أنه شبح

أضحى تقلبه بالمهجة الروح

أضحى تقلبه بالمهجة الروح

You would think it dead—yet it is a mere wraith;

You'd think it dead, though it is but a specter,

the spirit now turns it about by means of the lifeblood.

Its spirit tossed about in anguish.

لو هبت الريح من تلقاء داركم

لو هبت الريح من تلقاء داركم

يوماً بوصل له طارت به الريح

يوماً بوصل له طارت به الريح

If the wind should blow from the direction of your dwelling

If the wind were to blow from your abode one day,

one day, bearing him reunion, that wind would carry him away.

Bearing a reunion, the wind would carry it away.