يا أَيُّها المَحمومُ نَفسي فِداك

هَل لي مِنَ الدُنيا سُرورٌ سِواك

O my troubled soul, I sacrifice myself for you

Is there in this life any delight for me but you?

قَد كانَ بي سُقمٌ فَقَد زادَني

سُقمُكَ سُقماً وَبلايا دِراك

I was already sick, yet your sickness

Has added more sickness and afflictions upon me

فَلَيتَني حُمِّلتُ ذاكَ الَّذي

تَلقى لِكَي أَجمَعَ هَذا وَذاك

I wish I was bearing that which you are going through

So I could gather this and that

أَنتَ لَعَمري عارِفٌ أَنَّني

لا أَجِدُ الراحَةَ حَتّى أَراك

You know for sure that I

Cannot find peace until I see you

عَذَّبتَ بِالجَفوَةِ قَلبي فَلَو

تَكَلَّمَ القَلبُ بِشَيءٍ شَكاك

You have tormented my heart with aloofness, if only

The heart could speak, it would complain about you