عَبِثَ الحَبيبُ وَكانَ مِنهُ صُدودُ
وَنَأى وَلَم أَكُ ذاكَ مِنهُ أُريدُ
The beloved was unfaithful though I wanted his affection
He kept his distance though I wished it were not so
يُمسي وَيُصبِحُ مُعرِضاً مُتَغَضِّباً
وَإِذا قَصَدتُ إِلَيهِ فَهوَ يَحيدُ
Morning and eve he turned from me, angry and annoyed
When I sought him out he shunned me and pulled away
وَيَضِنُّ عَنّي بِالكَلامِ مُصارِماً
وَبِمُهجَتي وَبِما يُريدُ أَجودُ
With conversation he's sparing and miserly toward me
Though freely I give my joy and all he might desire
إِنّي أُحاذِرُ صَدَّهُ وَفِراقَهُ
إِنَّ الفِراقَ عَلى المُحبِّ شَديدُ
I fear his disdain and our parting, which to a lover
Is awfully hard, a weight no shoulders can abide
يا مَن دَعاني ثُمَّ أَدبَرَ ظالِماً
إِرجِع وَأَنتَ مُواصِلٌ مَحمودُ
O you whose call brought me close then unjustly did spurn
Return, for constant friendship makes one lauded
إِنّي لَأُكثِرُ ذِكرَكُم فَكَأَنَّما
بِعُرى لِساني ذِكرُكُم مَعقودُ
I oft think of you, your memory binds my tongue
I weep remembering what joys we once pursued
أَبكي لِسُخطِكِ حينَ أَذكُرُ ما مَضى
يا لَيتَ ما قَد فاتَ لي مَردودُ
Do not persist in your coldness and kill me slowly
Help me in my cause, I'm wearied and subdued
لا تَقتُليني بِالجَفاءِ تَمادِياً
وَاِعنَي بِأَمري إِنَّني مَجهودُ
Your love yet resides in my heart and swells with
Each breath though at times it softens with threads of hope
مازالَ حُبُّكِ في فُؤادي سَاكِناً
وَلَهُ بِزَيدِ تَنَفُّسي تَرديدُ
Until my body wastes away with longing for you
Naught left but dried up bones and leathered skin
فَيَلينُ طَوراً لِلرَّجاءِ وَتارَةً
يَشتَدُّ بَينَ جَوانِحي وَيَزيدُ
Never does my heart turn from it, not one hour
And until I die it surely will not be removed
حَتّى بَرى جِسمي هَواكِ فَما تُرى
إِلاّ عِظامٌ يُبَّسٌ وَجُلودُ
Your love dwells in me as though threaded through my ribs
My heart's with you, but its home is lost to me
لا الحُبُّ يَصرِفُهُ فُؤادي ساعةً
عَنهُ وَلا هُوَ ما بَقيتُ يَبيدُ
Gone is my heart, I cannot sense its beat
I think it will return when again we meet
وَكَأَنَّ حُبَّ الناسِ عِندِيَ ساكِنٌ
وَكَأَنَّهُ بِجَوانِحي مَشدودُ
None but you, my darling, do I wish to love
For no fresh branch can sprout from withered wood
أَمسى فُؤادي عِندَكُم وَمَحَلُّهُ
عِندي فَأَينَ فُؤادِيَ المَفقودُ
God bless the singers though their disdain pains me
When absent just one day, no vows they'll make
ذَهَبَ الفُؤادُ فَما أُحِسُّ حَسيسَهُ
وَأَظُنُّهُ بِوِصالِكُم سَيَعودُ
وَاللَهِ لا أَبغي سِواكِ حَبيبَةً
ما اِخضَرَّ في الشَجَرِ المُوَرِّقِ عودُ
للَّهِ دَرُّ الغانِياتِ جَفَونَني
وَأَنا لَهُنَّ عَلى الجَفاءِ وَدودُ
يَرعَينَ عَهدي ما شَهِدتُ فَإِن أَغِب
يَوماً فَما لي عِندَهُنَّ عُهودُ
