بَلَوتُ الحُبَّ مَوصولاً وَصولاً

بَلَوتُ الحُبَّ مَوصولاً وَصولاً

وَمَهجوراً أُثابُ سِوى ثَوابي

وَمَهجوراً أُثابُ سِوى ثَوابي

I have known love, cherished and steadfast in affection,

I have tasted love, joined and ever-joined

And forsaken, repaid with something other than my due.

Though forsaken, my reward is none but my reward

فَلا عَيشٌ كَوَصلٍ بَعدَ هَجرٍ

فَلا عَيشٌ كَوَصلٍ بَعدَ هَجرٍ

وَلا شَيءٌ أَلَذُّ مِنَ العِتابِ

وَلا شَيءٌ أَلَذُّ مِنَ العِتابِ

So no life is like reunion after estrangement,

Thus no life's like the joining after estrangement

And nothing is sweeter than reproach.

And naught is sweeter than reproach