جِنانُ أَضنى جَسَدي حُبُّكُم

فَلَيسَ إِلّا شَبَحٌ قائِمُ

The gardens of delight have wasted my body, your love

Jinan, your love has wasted my body away,

So I am but a specter standing upright

Leaving nothing but a standing phantom.

وَلَيسَ لي جيبُ قَميصٍ وَلا

يَثبُتُ في خِنصَرِيَ الخاتَمُ

I have no shirt pocket, no ring steadfast

My shirt finds no chest to fill its fold, nor

On my waist

Does the ring stay fixed upon my little finger.

إِن لَم يَكُن ما قُلتُهُ هَكَذا

إِنّي إِذَن يا ظالِمي ظالِمُ

If I have not said it just so

If what I have spoken is not the truth,

Then I am, my tormentors, unjust

Then I, O my oppressor, am the oppressor.