دَعينيleave me فَقَدfor indeed أَيقَظتِyou awakened بيwithin me كامِنَlatent الأَسىsorrow
دَعيني فَقَد أَيقَظتِ بي كامِنَ الأَسى
وَهِجتِand you inflamed جِراحَthe wounds of الحُبِّlove فيin قَلبيَmy heart الداميbleeding
وَهِجتِ جِراحَ الحُبِّ في قَلبيَ الدامي
Leave me, for you have awakened the sorrow latent within me,
Leave me be, for you have awakened the dormant sorrows in me
And inflamed love's wounds in my bleeding heart.
And ignited the wounds of love in my bleeding heart
غَدَرتِyou betrayed وَجِئتِand you came الآنَnow تَستَغفِرينَنيyou seek my forgiveness
غَدَرتِ وَجِئتِ الآنَ تَستَغفِرينَني
لِنَقضِكِfor your breaking عَهدَthe covenant of الحُبِّlove مِنfrom بَعدِafter إِبرامِbinding confirmation
لِنَقضِكِ عَهدَ الحُبِّ مِن بَعدِ إِبرامِ
You betrayed me and have now come seeking my forgiveness
You betrayed me and now come seeking my forgiveness
For breaking love's covenant after it was made binding.
For breaking the pact of love after agreeing to it
دَعينيleave me فَلاfor neither قَلبيmy heart عَلَيكِtoward you بِعاطِفٍat all inclined
دَعيني فَلا قَلبي عَلَيكِ بِعاطِفٍ
حَناناًwith tenderness وَلاnor دَمعيmy tears لَدىat فُرقَةٍparting هاميstreaming
حَناناً وَلا دَمعي لَدى فُرقَةٍ هامي
Leave me, for my heart is not inclined toward you
Leave me be, for my heart no longer holds any affection for you
With tenderness, nor do my tears stream at parting.
Nor do my tears flow at our painful separation
لَقَدindeed ضَلَّwent astray عَقليmy reason فيكِover you وَهاand here أَناI
لَقَد ضَلَّ عَقلي فيكِ وَها أَنا
عَرَفتُI came to know سَبيلَthe path of الحُبِّlove مِنfrom بَعدِafter تَهياميmy lovesick wandering
عَرَفتُ سَبيلَ الحُبِّ مِن بَعدِ تَهيامي
Indeed, my reason went astray over you, and here I am:
Indeed I lost my mind in you, and here I am
I have learned love's path after my lovesick wandering.
Having found out after delusion the way of love
رَبيتِyou were nurtured عَلىon روحيmy soul نَعمْyes وَعَلىand on دَمِيmy blood
رَبيتِ عَلى روحي نَعمْ وَعَلى دَمِي
وَلكِنand yet سُدىًin vain ضاعَتwere wasted بِحُبِّكِthrough loving you أَيّاميmy days
وَلكِن سُدىً ضاعَت بِحُبِّكِ أَيّامي
You were nurtured on my soul—yes, and on my blood,
You grew up nourished on my soul and blood
And yet my days were wasted in vain through loving you.
But in vain, my days were wasted in loving you
فَيالَيتَنيso, if only I مِنfrom قَبلُbefore صَدَّقتُI believed عُذَّليmy reproachers
فَيالَيتَني مِن قَبلُ صَدَّقتُ عُذَّلي
وَطاوَعتُand I heeded فيat بدءِthe beginning of المَلامَةِreproach لوّاميmy reprovers
وَطاوَعتُ في بدءِ المَلامَةِ لوّامي
Oh, if only I had believed my reproachers before,
If only I had believed my blamers from the start
And heeded my reprovers when the reproach began.
And obeyed at the beginning of rebuke my reproachers
بَنيتُI built وَأَعلَيتُand I raised الأَمانيَhopes ضَلَّةًin delusion
بَنيتُ وَأَعلَيتُ الأَمانيَ ضَلَّةً
فَهَدَّمتِthen you demolished ليfor me بِالغَدرِthrough betrayal شامِخَtowering أَحلاميmy dreams
فَهَدَّمتِ لي بِالغَدرِ شامِخَ أَحلامي
I built and raised my hopes in delusion,
I built and elevated false hopes
Then, through betrayal, you demolished my towering dreams.
Only for you to demolish with betrayal my towering dreams
طَمَستِyou blotted out عَلىupon قَلبيmy heart فَلاso neither اِسمُكِyour name فَوقَهُupon it
طَمَستِ عَلى قَلبي فَلا اِسمُكِ فَوقَهُ
يَعيشُlives وَلاnor زَهَوsplendor الهَوىlove فَوقَهُupon it ناميflourishing
يَعيشُ وَلا زَهَو الهَوى فَوقَهُ نامي
You blotted out my heart, so neither your name upon it
You erased from my heart so that neither your name lives on it
Lives, nor does love's splendor flourish upon it.
Nor the flowers of passion remain blossoming on it
وَقَلبُكِand your heart هذاthis ياoh لِقَلبِكِwhat a heart you have غادِراًtreacherous
وَقَلبُكِ هذا يا لِقَلبِكِ غادِراً
سَأَسحَقُهُI shall crush it ثَأراًin vengeance لِقَلبيfor my heart بِأَقداميwith my feet
سَأَسحَقُهُ ثَأراً لِقَلبي بِأَقدامي
And this heart of yours—oh, what a treacherous heart!
And your heart, oh what a betraying heart
I shall crush it with my feet in vengeance for my heart.
I will crush it in vengeance for my heart beneath my feet
فَذوقيso taste الَّذيwhat قَدindeed ذُقتُI tasted أَنتِyou ظَلَمتِنيyou wronged me
فَذوقي الَّذي قَد ذُقتُ أَنتِ ظَلَمتِني
بِحُبّيin my love وَآماليand my hopes وَلَستُand I am not بِظَلّامِan oppressor
بِحُبّي وَآمالي وَلَستُ بِظَلّامِ
So taste what I have tasted: it was you who wronged me
So taste what I have tasted, you wronged me
In my love and my hopes, and I am no oppressor.
With my love, my hopes, though I am no wrongdoer