تَشاغَلَ عنِّي بطِيبِ الكَرى

تَشاغَلَ عنِّي بطِيبِ الكَرى

وقَلبي أسيرٌ به مُوثَقُ

وقَلبي أسيرٌ به مُوثَقُ

He distracted himself from me with the sweetness of slumber,

He was distracted from me by the fragrance of meadows,

while my heart is a captive, bound to him.

While my heart remains captive, bound to him.

فلا ماءُ عينيَ من حُرقَةٍ

فلا ماءُ عينيَ من حُرقَةٍ

يَغيضُ ولا نومُها يَطرُقُ

يَغيضُ ولا نومُها يَطرُقُ

So, from burning anguish, the tears of my eye

So my eyes shed no tears to relieve their burning,

do not ebb, nor does sleep visit it.

Nor does sleep steal upon them.

كأنَّ الصَّباحَ أسيرٌ نأَى

كأنَّ الصَّباحَ أسيرٌ نأَى

فليسَ يُفَكُّ ولا يُطلَقُ

فليسَ يُفَكُّ ولا يُطلَقُ

As though dawn were a captive gone far away,

As though the dawn itself were held captive, far removed,

so it is neither unshackled nor set free.

With no release or freedom granted it.