حَيَاتِي فِي الْهَوَى تَلَفُ

وَأَمْرِي فِيهِ مُخْتَلِفُ

My life is ruined by passion

And my affairs therein are confused

أَبِيتُ اللَّيْلَ مُكْتَئِباً

وَقَلْبِي فِي الْحَشَا يَجِفُ

I spend the night depressed

While my heart in solitude withers

فَنَوْمِي كُلُّهُ سَهَرٌ

وَعَيْشِي كُلُّهُ أَسَفُ

So my sleep is all wakefulness

And my life entirely sorrow

وَمَا أُخْفِيهِ مِنْ وَجْدِي

وَحُزْنِي فَوْقَ مَا أَصِفُ

What I conceal of my love

And my grief, more than I describe

فَهَلْ مِنْ صَاحِبٍ يَرْثِي

لِمَا أَلْقَى فَيَنْعَطِفُ

Is there a friend who would eulogize

What I face, and thus be swayed?

أَيَقْتُلُنِي الْهَوَى ظُلْماً

وَمَا فِي النَّاسِ لِي خَلَفُ

Does love unjustly kill me

When none among mankind is my heir?

وَهَبْنِي فَارِسَ الْهَيْجا

ءِ أَغْشَاهَا فَتَنْكَشِفُ

It has left me like a frenzied knight

Whose reason has been overcast

أَلَيْسَ الْعِشْقُ سُلْطَاناً

لَهُ الأَكْوَانُ تَرْتَجِفُ

Is not love an authority

Before which the cosmos trembles?

إِذَا كَانَ الْهَوَى خَصْمِي

فَقُلْ لِي كَيْفَ أَنْتَصِفُ

If passion is my adversary

Tell me, how can I get justice?