مِن حُبِّها أَتَمَنّى أَن يُلاقِيَني

مِن حُبِّها أَتَمَنّى أَن يُلاقِيَني

مِن نَحوِ بَلدَتِها ناعٍ فَيَنعاها

مِن نَحوِ بَلدَتِها ناعٍ فَيَنعاها

Out of love for her, I wish to be met

Out of my love for her I wish that

By a bearer of death-tidings from the direction of her town, announcing her death,

A passing breeze from her land would come to me

كَيما أَقولُ فِراقٌ لا لِقاءَ لَهُ

كَيما أَقولُ فِراقٌ لا لِقاءَ لَهُ

وَتُضمِرُ النَفسُ يَأساً ثُمَّ تَسلاها

وَتُضمِرُ النَفسُ يَأساً ثُمَّ تَسلاها

So I might say, "A parting with no reunion,"

So that I may say parting has no meeting

And my soul would harbor despair, then forget her.

And my soul harbors despair and then finds solace in it

وَلَو تَموتُ لَراعَتني وَقُلتُ لَها

وَلَو تَموتُ لَراعَتني وَقُلتُ لَها

يا بُؤسَ لِلمَوتِ لَيتَ الدَهرَ أَبقاها

يا بُؤسَ لِلمَوتِ لَيتَ الدَهرَ أَبقاها

Yet if she died, her death would appall me, and I would say to her:

And if she dies it would terrify me and I would say to her

"Woe to death! If only time had kept her alive!"

What a pity death is! If only fate had let her live