ياهـوىً مهـلا فقلبي

حـائرٌ لا يَسْتَكينُ

O love, slow down, for my heart

O passion, gently, for my heart

Is perplexed and cannot settle

Is bewildered, finding no rest;

إنهُ من هَـوْلِ وجْـدٍ

مُجْـهَدٌ قد لا يُبينُ

It is exhausted from passion and yearning

It is, from the overwhelming terror of profound love,

Drained, though it does not show

Exhausted, perhaps unable to reveal itself.

نبضهُ صوتٌ نشازٌ

غُصَّ في الصدر الرَّنـينُ

Its pulses are faint, tender sighs

Its pulse is a discordant sound,

Stifled within my ringing chest

The resonance choked within the chest.

إنَّ قـلبي ليس لي من

غـيره نَبْضٌ مُعـينُ

My heart is all I have

Indeed, my heart—I have no

No other pulse sustains me

Sustaining pulse other than it.

قـل لمـاذا تم خنـقي

إنَّ حـقّي مُسْتَبينُ

Say why am I being suffocated

Say, why have I been suffocated

When my right is evident

When my right is clearly manifest?

يادمـوعي أسعفـيني

مات لي حُلْمي الجنينُ

O my tears, come to my aid

O my tears, come to my aid,

My dream has died an infant death

My nascent dream has died.

وارحمـيني ياعيـوني

أدْمُـعي تِبْـرٌ ثمـينُ

Have mercy on me, my eyes

And have mercy on me, O my eyes,

Let fall your precious pearls

My tears are precious gold.

فالهـوى قاسٍ ظـلومٌ

قاتـلٌ لي أو مُـهينُ

Love is cruel and unjust

For passion is cruel and unjust,

A killer or disdainful of me

Lethal to me, or humiliating.

بعدما ضَيَّعْتُ صـبري

أين لي ذاك الحنـينُ

After losing all patience

After I have squandered my patience,

Where can I find that yearning again

Where can I find that yearning?

قل لمن أشكو عـذابي

أَوْ بمن قد أَسْتعـينُ؟

To whom can I complain of my torment

Say, to whom can I complain of my torment,

Who can I seek help from?

Or whose help might I seek?