لَم تَنَم مُقلَتي لِطولِ بُكاها

لَم تَنَم مُقلَتي لِطولِ بُكاها

وَلِما جالَ فَوقَها مِن قَذاها

وَلِما جالَ فَوقَها مِن قَذاها

My eye has not slept, so long has it wept,

My eyelids did not sleep due to her prolonged weeping,

and because of the motes that drifted upon it.

And the motes that fell upon them.

فَالقَذى كُحلُها إِلى أَن أَرى وَج

فَالقَذى كُحلُها إِلى أَن أَرى وَج

هَ سُلَيمى وَكَيفَ لي أَن أَراها

هَ سُلَيمى وَكَيفَ لي أَن أَراها

So the grit is its kohl until I see the face

The motes are her kohl, until I see the face of Sulaymah,

of Sulayma—and how am I to see her?

And how can I see her?

أَحدَثَت مُقلَتي بِإِدمانِها الدَم

أَحدَثَت مُقلَتي بِإِدمانِها الدَم

عَ وَهِجرانِها الكَرى مُقلَتاها

عَ وَهِجرانِها الكَرى مُقلَتاها

My eye has been brought to ceaseless weeping

My eyelids have shed tears constantly

and to forsaking sleep by her two eyes.

And her dearest departure has reddened them.

فَلِعَينَيَّ كُلَّ يَومٍ دُموعٌ

فَلِعَينَيَّ كُلَّ يَومٍ دُموعٌ

إِنَّما تَستَدِرُّها عَيناها

إِنَّما تَستَدِرُّها عَيناها

So my eyes have tears each day,

For my eyes, every day there are tears

which only her eyes draw forth.

That only her eyes can draw out.