بِهِ سِحرٌ يُتَيِّمُهُ
كِلا جَفنَيكَ يَعلَمُهُ
With it he casts a spell that makes him an orphan
Your two eyelids know it
هُما كادا لِمُهجَتِهِ
وَمِنكَ الكَيدُ مُعظَمُهُ
They almost destroyed his brain
And from you comes the greatest of his torment
تُعَذِّبُهُ بِسِحرِهِما
وَتوجِدُهُ وَتُعدِمُهُ
They torture him with their magic
And give him life and death
فَلا هاروتَ رَقَّ لَهُ
وَلا ماروتَ يَرحَمُهُ
So neither Harut feels sorry for him
Nor does Marut have mercy on him
وَتَظلِمُهُ فَلا يَشكو
إِلى مَن لَيسَ يَظلِمُهُ
And you wrong him, yet he does not complain
To one who does not wrong him
أَسَرَّ فَماتَ كُتماناً
وَباحَ فخانَهُ فَمُهُ
He kept it secret and died of silence
And he confessed so his mouth betrayed him
فَوَيحَ المُدنَفِ المَع
مودِ حَتّى البَثُّ يُحرَمُهُ
So woe to the familiar who is forbidden even from friendly conversation
The long night shows him mercy
طَويلُ اللَيلِ تَرحَمُهُ
هَواتِفُهُ وَأَنجُمُهُ
With its phones and stars
When passion takes hold of him
إِذا جَدَّ الغَرامُ بِهِ
جَرى في دَمعِهِ دَمُهُ
His blood flows in his tears
From being so long in your company
يَكادُ لِطولِ صُحبَتِهِ
يُعادي السُقمَ يُسقِمُهُ
He almost makes illness befriend illness
He who is accustomed has bowed necks
ثَنى الأَعناقَ عُوَّدُهُ
وَأَلقى العُذرَ لُوَّمُهُ
And made excuses for the blamer
He died of a love for you except for a breath
قَضى عِشقاً سِوى رَمَقٍ
إِلَيكَ غَدا يُقَدِّمُهُ
Tomorrow he will offer to you
Maybe if it is said he died of love
عَسى إِن قيلَ ماتَ هَوىً
تَقولُ اللَهُ يَرحَمُهُ
You will say, may God have mercy on him
So you will live in her tombs
فَتَحيا في مَراقِدِها
بِلَفظٍ مِنكَ أَعظُمُهُ
With words from you much greater
By my soul, he was prevented on the day he wailed
بِروحِيَ البانُ يَومَ رَنا
عَنِ المَقدورِ أَعصَمُهُ
From fate, his protector
And the day I was stabbed by a branch
وَيَومَ طُعِنتُ مِن غُصنٍ
مُعَلِّمُهُ مُنَعِّمُهُ
His teacher, his benefactor
God's decree was his gaze
قَضاءُ اللَهِ نَظرَتُهُ
وَلُطفُ اللَهِ مَبسِمُهُ
And God's kindness his smile
He shot and my liver was his target
رَمى فَاِستَهدَفَت كَبِدي
بِيَ الرامي وَأَسهُمَهُ
The shooter and his arrows belong to me
He has a place in my ribs
لَهُ مِن أَضلُعي قاعٌ
وَمِن عَجَبٍ يُسَلِّمُهُ
And wonder that makes him submit
And from my heart and its pieces
وَمِن قَلبي وَحَبَّتِهِ
كِناسٌ باتَ يَهدِمُهُ
A destroyer who spends the night
A gazelle in the hands that
غَزالٌ في يَدَيهِ التي
هُ بَينَ الغيدِ يَقسِمُهُ
Divide it between joy and sadness
