يا صُروفَ الدَّهرِ حَسْبي

أَيُّ ذَنْبٍ كانَ ذَنْبي

O turns of fate, I've had enough

Of whatever sin was my sin

طَرَقَتْني نائباتُ الد

دَهْر في إِعلالِ حبِّي

Misfortunes of time have struck me

Time in debilitating my love

عِلَّةٌ عَمَّتْ وخَصَّتْ

في حَبيبٍ ومُحِبِّ

An ailment has spread and specified

In a beloved and a lover

دَبَّ في كَفَّيْهِ مَا مِنْ

حُبِّهِ دبَّ بِقَلْبي

There crept into his palms what crept

From his love into my heart

فهو يَشكو حَرَّ حبٍّ

واشتِكائِي حَرَّ حُبِّ

So he complains of ardent love's heat

And my complaint is love's ardour