كَفى حَزَني أَنّى أُرَوِّعُ بِالنَوى

كَفى حَزَني أَنّى أُرَوِّعُ بِالنَوى

وَأَنّي بِلا صَبرٍ عَلَيهِ أُعَوِّلُ

وَأَنّي بِلا صَبرٍ عَلَيهِ أُعَوِّلُ

It is grief enough for me that separation terrifies me,

My sorrow is enough that I am tormented by longing

and that I have no patience on which to rely.

And that I rely without patience upon it

فَلَو أَنَّ مَوتاً يُشتَرى لَشَرَيتُهُ

فَلَو أَنَّ مَوتاً يُشتَرى لَشَرَيتُهُ

فَلِلمَوتُ لي مِمّا أُقاسيهِ أَسهَلُ

فَلِلمَوتُ لي مِمّا أُقاسيهِ أَسهَلُ

If death could be bought, I would surely buy it,

If death could be bought I would buy it

for death is indeed easier for me than what I endure.

For death would be easier for me than what I endure