آه من مَيَّةُ آهٍ ثم آه

وحَبيبٍ سَحرتني مُقلتاه

Oh, the grief of a sigh, then more grief

And a lover whose glances have bewitched me

لو تَمنَّيتُ قُبيل الموت ماذا

أتمنى قلت تقبيل ثراه

If I were asked, before death, what I wish for

I would say, to kiss the dust of his grave

أتمنى الموت من مقلته

ما الذي يمنع أن أشتاق فاه

I wish for death from his glances

What prevents me from longing for his mouth

آه من مَيَّةُ آهٍ ثم آه

وحبيبٍ عزّني اليوم لقاه

Oh, the grief of a sigh, then more grief

And a lover whose encounter has saddened me today