عَيني أَلومُكِ لا أَلو

مُ القَلبَ لا ذَنبٌ لِقَلبي

My eyes, I blame you, not my heart

My eye, 'tis you I blame, and I blame not

You are the one who poisoned it

The heart—for my heart bears no guilt in this.

أَنتِ الَّتي قَد سِمتِهِ

بِبَلِيَّةٍ وَضناً وَكَربِ

With anguish, grief, and sorrow

It was you who burdened it with heavy woe,

And watered it with your ever-flowing

With affliction, wasting sickness, and distress;

وَسَقَيتِهِ مِن دَمعِكِ الـ

ـسَفّاكِ سَكباً بَعدَ سَكبِ

Tears, over and over

And you watered it with your streaming tears,

Thus love grew in it and matured

Shed profusely, pouring torrent upon torrent,

فَنَما الهَوى فيهِ وَشَبَّ

وَصارَ مَألِفَ كُلِّ حِبِّ

And it became intimate with all love

Until passion grew within it and blazed high,

Woe to me for the graceful gazelle

Becoming the familiar dwelling of all love.

وَيلي عَلى الريمِ الغَريـ

ـرِ الشادِنِ الأَحوى الأَقَبِّ

With lustrous eyes, most beautiful

Woe is me for that white gazelle, the innocent,

You see his sins as my own

The young fawn, dark-lipped and slender-waisted.

تَترى لَدَيَّ ذُنوبُهُ

وَيَجِلُّ في عَينَيهِ ذَنبي

While my sins loom large in his eyes

His offenses against me follow in succession,

When he visits we welcome him warmly

While my single fault looms massive in his eyes.

إِن زارَ رَحَّبنا وَإِن

زُرناهُ لَم نَحلُل بِرَحبِ

When we visit he does not reciprocate our warmth

If he visits, we offer welcome; yet if

And if I write to him complaining

We visit him, we find no welcome there.

وَإِذا كَتَبتُ إِلَيهِ أَشـ

ـكو لَم يَجُد بِجَوابِ كُتبي

He cannot find answers to my letters

And when I write to him to voice my grief,

He grants no generous answer to my lines.