قولي لطَيفِكِ يَنْثَني

عنْ مَضْجَعِي عندَ المَنامْ

Tell your beloved to turn away

From my bed at nightfall

عند الرّقادْ عندَ الهُجُوعْ

عند الهُجُودْ عند الوَسَنْ

At slumber, at sleep

At rest, at repose

فعسى أَنَامُ فَتَنْطَفِي

نارٌ تأَجّجُ في العِظَامْ

Maybe I'll sleep and quench

A fire blazing in my bones

في الفُؤادْ في الضُّلوعْ

في الكُبودْ في البَدَنْ

In my heart, in my ribs

In my liver, in my body

جَسَدٌ تُقَلِّبُهُ الأَكُف

على فِراش مِنْ سَقامْ

A body tossed by palms

On a bed of sickness

مِنْ قَتَادْ مِنْ دُموعْ

مِنْ وُقُودْ مِنْ حَزَنْ

Of yearning, of tears

Of fuel, of sorrow

أَمّا أَنَا فكَما عَلِمْ

تِ فهلْ لِوَصْلِكِ مِنْ دَوامْ

As for me, as you know

Is there any permanence to our union?

مِنْ مَعَادْ مِنْ رُجوعْ

مِنْ وُجودْ مِنْ ثَمَنْ

Any return, any revisiting

Any presence, any price