البعدُ وَالرُّقَباءُ فيكَ عَلى الهَوى

البعدُ وَالرُّقَباءُ فيكَ عَلى الهَوى

مَنَعوا الكئيبَ عَنِ المَنامِ جُفونا

مَنَعوا الكئيبَ عَنِ المَنامِ جُفونا

Separation and the watchers, arrayed against my love for you,

Distance and spies stand against my love for you

Have kept the sorrowful one's eyelids from sleep.

Made sleep abandon the sad eyed one

ما حيلَتي حتّى السّماءُ رَقيبَةٌ

ما حيلَتي حتّى السّماءُ رَقيبَةٌ

جَعَلَت عَلَيَّ مِنَ النّجومِ عُيونا

جَعَلَت عَلَيَّ مِنَ النّجومِ عُيونا

What recourse have I, when even the sky is a watcher?

What can I do when even the sky spies on me

It has made eyes of the stars to keep watch on me.

And makes of the stars watchful eyes