قَد ضِقتُ مِن حُبِّها مالا يُضَيِّقُني

قَد ضِقتُ مِن حُبِّها مالا يُضَيِّقُني

حَتّى عُدِدتُ مِنَ البُؤسِ المَساكينِ

حَتّى عُدِدتُ مِنَ البُؤسِ المَساكينِ

I have suffered from loving her what would not otherwise distress me,

Until I was counted among the wretched poor.