مَاذَا يُعَانِي فِي الْهَوَى أَهْلُ الْهَوى

مِنْ سَفْكِ دَمْعٍ وَاحْتِرَاقِ صُدُورِ

What do the lovers suffer in passion

Of shedding tears and burning inside

فِي الحَيِّ أَعْرَابِيَّة هَدَرَتْ دَماً

لَوْلاَ الْهَوَى مَا كَانَ بِالْمَهْدُورِ

In the living quarters, a Bedouin woman shed blood

If not for passion, she wouldn’t have been ruined

حسْنَاءُ تَخْطُر بَيْنَ أَبْيَاتِ الحِمَى

خَطَرَاتِ عَيْنٍ فِي الحَنَانِ وَحُورِ

A beauty wanders amid the abodes of love

Glances of an eye, in affection and houri

بِدَلاَلِ غُصْنٍ فِي حُلَى نَوَّارِه

وَجَمَالِ شَمْسٍ فِي غِلاَلَة نُورِ

With the coquetry of a branch in the adornments of blossoms

And the beauty of a sun amid the shades of light

وَشَتِ الْعَوَاذِلُ بِي فَحَالَتْ دُونَهَا

وَقَضَتْ حُكُومَةُ أَهْلِهَا بِثُبُورِي

The maidens blamed me, so they prevented me

And their people’s rule decreed my loss

ظَلَمُوا وَمَا بِي رِيبةُ وَتَعَاقَبَتْ

طَعْنَاتُهُمْ فِي قَلْبِيَ المَفْطُورِ

They wronged me, and I was blameless, and their

Stabs succeeded in my broken heart

لَوْ كَفَّ هَذَا الدَّهْرُ عَنِّي غَرْبَهُ

وَرَثَى لِحَالِ العَاشِقِ المَهْجُورِ

If only this fate would stop troubling me

And would lament the state of the abandoned lover

لَشَفَى غَلِيلَ المُسْتَهامِ بِقُرْبِهَا

وَشفَى جِرَاحَ النَّاقِمِ المَوْتُورِ

It would heal the resentment of the passionate

And cure the wounds of the resentful, broken one