طالَ لَيلي وَاِشتِياقي

وَيحَ نَفسي ما تُلاقي

My night has grown long, and longing

And my soul, what trials it faces

مِن أُمورٍ تَعتَريها

هِيَ مِنها في السِياقِ

From matters that afflict it

It is bound in the context

فَاِشفَعوا لي عِندَ فَوزٍ

فَلَقَد طالَ اِشتِياقي

So intercede for me before triumph

For my longing has indeed grown long

أَسهَرُ اللَيلَ كَأَنّي

مِن هَواها في وَثاقِ

I stay up nights as if

I'm bound by passion for her

لا أُطيقُ الصَبرَ عَنها

ضِقتُ ذَرعاً بِالفِراقِ

I cannot bear patience from her

I'm extremely vexed by parting

لَستُ أَسلو عَن هَواها

أَبَداً حَتّى التَلاقي

I won't stop loving her

Ever, until we meet

آهِ مِن حُبِّكِ وَيلي

هُوَ لي مُرُّ المَذاقِ

Oh, your love pains me

It is for me the bitterest taste