تُرى الدَّهر يَشْفِي عِلّتي وكروبي

تُرى الدَّهر يَشْفِي عِلّتي وكروبي

ويَسْمح لي بعد النَّوى بحبيبي

ويَسْمح لي بعد النَّوى بحبيبي

I wonder: will time heal my ailment and my sorrows

Will time heal my ailment and sorrow,

And grant me my beloved after separation?

And allow me after grief to be with my beloved?

حبيبٌ له قلبي ولي غيرُ قلبِه

حبيبٌ له قلبي ولي غيرُ قلبِه

رَمته النّوى عني بسهم مُصيب

رَمته النّوى عني بسهم مُصيب

My heart belongs to a beloved, but his heart does not belong to me;

A beloved whose heart is mine and mine only his heart,

Separation drove him away from me with an unerring arrow.

Grief has separated him from me with a striking arrow.

وما كان إلاّ مهجتي حازها الأَسَى

وما كان إلاّ مهجتي حازها الأَسَى

وشمس نهاري آذَنَتْ بغروب

وشمس نهاري آذَنَتْ بغروب

He was my very lifeblood, which sorrow seized,

Only my innermost being was afflicted with sorrow,

And the sun of my day gave notice of its setting.

And the sun of my day warned of sunset.

فمالي حبيبٌ بعده غيرُ ذكره

فمالي حبيبٌ بعده غيرُ ذكره

ومالي أنيسٌ فيه غيرُ نحيبي

ومالي أنيسٌ فيه غيرُ نحيبي

So I have no beloved after him but his memory,

So what do I have after him but his memory?

And no companion in his absence but my sobbing.

What companion do I have but my weeping?

إلى الله أشكو شكْوَ صبٍّ مُدَلَّهٍ

إلى الله أشكو شكْوَ صبٍّ مُدَلَّهٍ

خطوباً دَهتني فيه بعد خطوب

خطوباً دَهتني فيه بعد خطوب

To God I complain with the complaint of a lovesick, bewildered lover,

To God I complain the complaint of continuous grief,

Of calamities that befell me on his account, calamity after calamity.

Misfortunes that have overwhelmed me after misfortunes.

سأصبِر للأيام صبراً لعلّها

سأصبِر للأيام صبراً لعلّها

تعود بما أهواه بعد قريب

تعود بما أهواه بعد قريب

I shall bear the days with patience, hoping they

I will be patient with the days, perhaps

Return with what I long for before long.

They will bring back what I love after a little while.