أُغاضِبُها وتُغاضِبُني

وأُقاطِعُها وتُقاطعُني

I anger her and she angers me

I ignore her and she ignores me

ويَشُكُّ الآخَرُ في صاحِبِهِ

وتَكادُ، تَكادُ تُلاعِنُني

The other begins to doubt his companion

And she almost, she almost curses me

حتّى لا يَبقى فينا أَمَلٌ

يُرْجَى، والحِقْدُ يُقَطِّعُني

Until no hope remains between us

That can be hoped for, and hatred cuts me through

فَيَرُنُّ الهاتِفُ بينَ يَدِي

وصَوْتُ الكَيْدِ يُطارِدُني

So the telephone rings in my hand

And the voice of malice chases me

فأَقولُ، عَذَابي أنتِ عَذابي

فتقولُ وأنتَ تُعَذِّبُني

So I say, my torment is you, my torment

And she says, yet you torment me

فأُنازِعُها وتُنازِعُني

وأُحاكِمُها، وتُحاكِمُني

So I dispute with her and she disputes with me

I accuse her and she accuses me

حتَّى يُفْرِغَ كُلٌّ مِنَّا

ما في القلبِ مِنَ الضَّغَنِ

Until each of us empties

What bitterness lies in the heart

فَتُجاذِبُني مِثْلَ الماضي

وتَلُفُّ الحَبْلَ على ذَقْني

So she contends with me as in the past

And wraps the rope around my neck

قَبْلَ المأذونِ أو القاضي

تَبكي عُذْرًا، تَسْتَغْفِرُني

Before the official witness or judge

She cries excuse, begging my forgiveness

فإذا دَمعي يَسْقي خَدًّا

حينَ أغيبُ يُعَذِّبُني

So when my tears water my cheek

When I am absent, she torments me

وإذا روحي في كَفَّيْها

مِثلُ العُصْفورِ على الغُصْنِ

And when my soul is in her hands

Like a bird on a branch

لَعَنَ اللهُ سُيوفَ الحُبِّ

إلام الحُبُّ يُعَذِّبُني؟

Cursed by God are the swords of love

Why does love torment me so?