يا مُعرِضاً نَفسي الفِدا

ءُ وَقَلَّ ذَلِكَ مُعرِضا

O you who turn away from me, I sacrifice myself

O you who turns away, my soul is your ransom,

And you barely turn away

And even that is little for one who turns away.

أَكَذا سَريعاً صارَ حَب

لُكَ سَيِّدي مُتَنَقَّضا

Has your love for me, my master, really vanished so quickly?

Is it thus, so swiftly, that your bond,

You hate me, my master, though I love you, even when hated

My master, has come to be undone?

أَبغَضتَني يا سَيِّدي

أَفديكَ حِبّاً مُبغِضا

I remain fasting from your anger

You have loathed me, O my master;

Until satisfaction breaks my fast

I ransom you, a beloved who loathes.

لا زِلتُ صائِمَ سُخطِكُم

حَتّى يُفَطِّرُني الرِضا

How strange is one who blames a lover

I cease not to fast upon your wrath,

If he loved or hated

Until your contentment breaks my fast.

عَجَباً لِمَن لامَ المُحِب

بَ أَما أَحَبَّ وَأُبغِضا

He sees his path before me

Wonder be to him who blames the lover;

As his path in times gone by

Has he never loved nor been loathed?

فَيَرى سَبيلَهُما لَدَي

يَ سَبيلَهُ فيما مَضى

Or it was a separation he didn't know about

So that he sees their path within me,

And so it came to an end

Just as his path was in times past.

أَو كانَ خِلواً لَيسَ يَد

ري ذا وَذَلِكَ فَاِنقَضى

I stay up while he sleeps

Or if he was heart-free, knowing not

When I stay up while he slumbers

Of this and that, then let it pass.

لي صَبوَةٌ وَلَهُ السُلُو

وُ إِذا سَهِرتُ وَغَمَّضا

Mine is the passion and his is the solace,

When I keep vigil and he shuts his eyes.