وحَلَلْتِ من قلبي وأنتِ بخيلةٌ

وحَلَلْتِ من قلبي وأنتِ بخيلةٌ

ما لا يحلُّ به الجَوادُ المحسنُ

ما لا يحلُّ به الجَوادُ المحسنُ

And you settled in my heart, though you are stingy,

You left my heart while being ungenerous

Where no generous benefactor dwells.

With that which the generous and kind do not withhold

وسكنتِ ممّن كلُّ جاريةٍ له

وسكنتِ ممّن كلُّ جاريةٍ له

شوقاً إليكِ وصَبْوَةً لا تسكنُ

شوقاً إليكِ وصَبْوَةً لا تسكنُ

And you dwelt in one whose every flowing current

And settled with one whose every neighbor

Never rests, from longing for you and ardent desire.

Yearns for you, obsessed beyond console

وَأَسَرتِني وأنا الطّليقُ وطالما

وَأَسَرتِني وأنا الطّليقُ وطالما

أسَرَ الهوى وقَتَلْتِ مَنْ لا يُفتَنُ

أسَرَ الهوى وقَتَلْتِ مَنْ لا يُفتَنُ

And you took me captive, though I am free—and how often

You captured me though free I stand; for long

Love has taken captives! And you slew one who is not beguiled.

Love has captured and killed the sane and cold

وأردتِ كتمانَ الهوى فكتَمْتُهُ

وأردتِ كتمانَ الهوى فكتَمْتُهُ

والدّمعُ يُبدي ما أُسرُّ وأُعلِنُ

والدّمعُ يُبدي ما أُسرُّ وأُعلِنُ

And you wished love concealed, so I concealed it,

You wished to hide this love, so hide it I did

Yet tears reveal what I conceal and proclaim.

Though tears expose what I conceal and hold

وحَبَسْتِ في الشّكوى لساناً واحداً

وحَبَسْتِ في الشّكوى لساناً واحداً

لو لم تكنْ لِي بالشّكايةِ ألْسُنُ

لو لم تكنْ لِي بالشّكايةِ ألْسُنُ

And you would have silenced a single tongue of complaint,

In plaints you bound a single tongue, and yet

Had I no other tongues with which to complain.

Were you not mine, a thousand would bemoan