جَنِّنـيني واسـتريـحي

إنمـا بالسِّرِّ بـوحي

Torment me and find relief

Drive me mad, then take your rest,

I only confess in secret

But only in secret reveal it.

حبـنا وهْـمٌ غَـيومٌ

لم يمـلْ نحـو الوضوحِ

Our love is an illusion of clouds

Our love is an illusion, mere clouds,

That never inclines toward clarity

That never leaned toward clarity.

عاتبي أحـوال وجْـد ٍ

شـاحبٍ واهٍ كـسيحِ

Reproach the state of a wan, languid lover

Reproach these states of passion,

These are the phantoms of an illness

Pale, feeble, and crippled.

هذه أشبـاحُ سُقْـمٍ

داهِمٍ، ابـكي ونـوحي

That plagues, I weep and wail

These are the phantoms of an illness,

Give me a choice between death

Sudden and looming; weep and wail.

خَيِّرينـي، بـين مـوتٍ

أو حيـاةٍ ثم سيحي

Or life, then revive me

Give me a choice, between a death

And remember me, each day

Or a life, and then roam free.

واذكرينـي، كل يومٍ

واسمـعي نبضَ الجريحِ

And hear the pulse of the wounded one

And remember me, every single day,

My eyes, my imagination

And listen to the pulse of the wounded.

ياعيـوني، ياخـيالي

احـذري كَبْتَ الطَّموحِ

Beware suppressing ambition

O my eyes, O my imagination,

You are an angel in my eyes

Beware of stifling ambition.

أنتِ في عيني مـلاكٌ

أنتِ روحـي لا تروحي

You are my soul, do not go

You are an angel in my eyes,

Oh angel of love, cure

You are my soul, so do not depart.

يامـلاك الحب داوي

داء مخبـولٍ صَـفوحِ

The illness of a delirious one

O angel of love, bring healing to

So pity my weakness and condition

The illness of a forgiving madman.

فارحمي ضعفي وظرفي

واسألي دمـعي السموحِ

And ask my tear's forgiveness

Have mercy on my weakness and my plight,

Reprimand me, shun me

And ask my generous, pouring tears.

خاصميني، قاطعيني

حَسْبُ ،شنـقي لا تبيحي

Enough, hang me, do not permit it

Quarrel with me, sever ties with me,

You are a flower, you are a rose

Enough—but do not sanction my hanging.

أنتِ فُـلٌّ، انتِ وردٌ

زهرتي ، بالعفو فـوحي

My blossom, with pardon, bloom

You are jasmine, you are a rose,

Standing, counting my wounds

My blossom, exhale the scent of pardon.

ها أنا عبـدٌ صبورٌ

واقـفٌ أحصي جروحي

What closeness, what union

Here I am, a patient servant,

Is up to the merciful command

Standing, counting up my wounds.

أيُّ قربٍ، أيُّ وَصْـلٍ

فهْـوَ بالأمر المريـحِ

My ship is a fortress, come up

Any closeness, any union,

And accept the betrayal of departure

Is indeed a comforting matter.

مركبي حِصْنٌ تعـاليْ

فاقبلي غدر الجـنوحِ!

If you see an opening soon

My vessel is a fortress, come,

Go, do not strike my head

And accept the treachery of straying!

إنْ تريْ فتحاً قريبـاً

رَيْ ، برأسي لا تطيحي

And act wisely at times

If you see a victory drawing near,

And leave the rule of madness

Consider! Do not sever my head.

واعملي بالرأي حيناً

واتركي حكم الجُموحِ

And act upon reason for a while,

And abandon the rule of wild caprice.