دَعْ حَبِيبَ الْقَلْبِ يَا سَقَمُ

فَبِنَفْسِي لا بِهِ الأَلَمُ

Leave off, O sickness, him who is the heart's beloved!

For it is I, not he, who feels the pain.

كَيْفَ حَلَّ السُّقْمُ فِي بَدَنٍ

خُلِقَتْ مِنْ حُسْنِهِ النِّعَمُ

How has sickness come to dwell in a body

That was created from his perfect grace?

يَا لَهَا مِنْ لَوْعَةٍ شَعَبَتْ

رُكْنَ قَلْبِي وَهْوَ مُلْتَئِمُ

O what an anguish that has cloven asunder

The cornerstone of my heart while it was healed!

مَنَعُونِي عَنْ زِيَارَتِهِ

وَحِمَى قَلْبِي لَهُ حَرَمُ

They have denied me the right to visit him,

Yet my heart's love for him remains inviolate.

حَكَمُوا أَنِّي بِهِ دَنِفٌ

أَنَا رَاضٍ بِالَّذِي حَكَمُوا

They have judged that I am evilly disposed to him,

While I accept what they have judged.

أَوَّلُوا وَجْدِي بِهِ عَبَثاً

لَيْتَهُمْ قَالُوا بِمَا عَلِمُوا

They have falsely deemed my love a madness,

Would that they had said what they knew!

أَتْهَمُونِي فِي مَوَدَّتِهِ

وَالْهَوَى مِنْ شَأْنِهِ التُّهَمُ

They accuse me of love for him,

While accusations of love are themselves a madness.

رَبِّ قَنِّعْهُمْ بِفِرْيَتِهِمْ

وَانْتَصِفْ مِنْهُمْ بِمَا زَعَمُوا

My Lord, make them content with their lie

And take vengeance on them for what they claimed.

وَاشْفِ نَفْسَاً أَنْتَ بَارِئُهَا

فَإِلَيْكَ الْبُرْءُ وَالسَّقَمُ

Heal a soul that You Yourself did create,

For with You is the one who makes whole or makes sick.