كَتَبتُ وَبي شَوقٌ إِليكُم وَلَوعَةٌ

كَتَبتُ وَبي شَوقٌ إِليكُم وَلَوعَةٌ

وَوَجدٌ لَهُ بَينَ الضلُّوعِ زَفيرُ

وَوَجدٌ لَهُ بَينَ الضلُّوعِ زَفيرُ

I wrote, with longing for you and anguish within me,

I wrote, and in me a yearning for you and an agony,

And passion with a deep sigh between my ribs.

And a passion that sighs within my ribs.

وَلي مُهجةٌ قَد أَضرَمَ الشَّوقُ نارَها

وَلي مُهجةٌ قَد أَضرَمَ الشَّوقُ نارَها

وَجفنٌ بِأَنواءِ الدُّموعِ مَطيرُ

وَجفنٌ بِأَنواءِ الدُّموعِ مَطيرُ

And I have a heart whose fire longing has kindled,

And I have a heart the longing has kindled its fire,

And an eyelid rain-soaked by showers of tears.

And an eyelid raining with the tears' showers.

أَوَدُّ من الأَشواقِ والوَجدِ والأَسى

أَوَدُّ من الأَشواقِ والوَجدِ والأَسى

بِأَنِّيَ مَع مَرِّ النَّسيمِ أَطيرُ

بِأَنِّيَ مَع مَرِّ النَّسيمِ أَطيرُ

Out of longing, passion, and sorrow, I wish

I wish more than longings, passion, and sorrow

That I might fly with the passing breeze.

That I with the passing breeze could fly.

فَلَيتَ النَّوَى يَقضي لَنا بِتَواصُلٍ

فَلَيتَ النَّوَى يَقضي لَنا بِتَواصُلٍ

وَجَمعِ إِلَينَا بالسُّرورِ يَسيرُ

وَجَمعِ إِلَينَا بالسُّرورِ يَسيرُ

So, if only separation would decree togetherness for us,

If only fate would decree for us a reunion

And a reunion that makes its way toward us with joy,

And an easy coming together in joy.

فَنُصِبحَ والأَيَّامُ باسِمَةٌ بِكُم

فَنُصِبحَ والأَيَّامُ باسِمَةٌ بِكُم

وَغُصنُ لِقاكُم بالوِصالِ نَضيرُ

وَغُصنُ لِقاكُم بالوِصالِ نَضيرُ

So we might wake to days smiling because of you,

Then we would wake while the days smile with you,

And the branch of meeting you flourishing through union.

And the branch of meeting you blossoms anew.