أَرضِ لي سوءَ ظُنوني

وَحَراراتِ أَنيني

My suspicions have done you wrong,

Satisfy for me my dark suspicions,

And my groans - their heat.

And the burning heat of my moans.

أَنتَ ما تَصنَع بالهَج

ر كَفى سوءَ ظُنوني

What can raving do but add, my friend,

What do you intend by this abandonment?

To all my false suspicions?

My dark suspicions are suffering enough.

أَو ما يَكفيكَ أَنّي

بك مَقطوعُ القرينِ

Or does it not suffice that I

Does it not suffice you that I am,

Am cut off from all society?

Because of you, severed from all companions?

فَإِلى طَرفك أَشكو

كُلَّ ذي طرف فَتون

So to you I complain of all those

So to your gaze I complain,

With roving eyes and outward charms,

Of every eye that captivates.

وَإِلى الخَدِّ الَّذي يج

رحه لحظ العُيون

And those cheeks that are scratched

And to the cheek that is,

By the glances of all who look.

Wounded by the mere glances of eyes.

وَتقرّبت إِلَيكم

بِخُضوع المُستَكين

I've approached you humbly,

I have drawn near to you,

Like the meek and needy;

With the submission of the wretched.

فارحَموا ضُرّي وَإِلّا

فَأَريحوا واقتُلوني

So take pity on my pain, or else

So have mercy on my affliction, or else,

Grant me rest - kill me!

Grant me relief and slay me.