حتّامَ قلبي بالكآبةِ مُكمَدٌ

حتّامَ قلبي بالكآبةِ مُكمَدٌ

باكٍ ووجهي للتّجمّلِ مُسفِرُ

باكٍ ووجهي للتّجمّلِ مُسفِرُ

How long will my heart be stricken with sorrow,

My heart is filled with melancholy, obscured

weeping, while my face beams to keep up appearances?

Weeping as my face adorns itself with beauty

كالشّمعِ يُشرِق بالضَياءِ ونارُهُ

كالشّمعِ يُشرِق بالضَياءِ ونارُهُ

مشبوبةٌ ودموعُهُ تَتَحدَّرُ

مشبوبةٌ ودموعُهُ تَتَحدَّرُ

Like a candle that shines with light, while its flame

Like a candle shining bright but melting

is ablaze and its tears stream down.

With weeping tears streaming down