كم حَنَّ شوقاً وَأنَّا

كم حَنَّ شوقاً وَأنَّا

وَلم يَنَلْ ما تَمَنَّى

وَلم يَنَلْ ما تَمَنَّى

How often he yearned with longing and moaned,

How long have I yearned in vain

And did not attain what he wished for.

Yet my wish remains unattained

يا من إذا سِيلَ وَصْلاً

يا من إذا سِيلَ وَصْلاً

أو سِيمَ عَطْفاً تَجَنَّى

أو سِيمَ عَطْفاً تَجَنَّى

O you who, when asked for union,

O you who, when affection flows

Or entreated for tenderness, invent grievances—

Or kindness gently warmer grows

إن كنتَ أعرضتَ لمَّا

إن كنتَ أعرضتَ لمَّا

مَلَكتَ دَلاًّ وَحُسْنا

مَلَكتَ دَلاًّ وَحُسْنا

If you turned away when

Turns coldly away from what was won

You possessed coquetry and beauty,

Of charm and beauty, being gone

فكيف عَلَّمتَ عَيْنَيْ

فكيف عَلَّمتَ عَيْنَيْ

كَ قتلَ هذا المُعَنَّى

كَ قتلَ هذا المُعَنَّى

Then how did you teach those eyes

How could you teach these eyes of mine

Of yours to kill this tormented one?

Such cruel slaying of design