يا لهف قلبي على لقا رشاءٍ

يا لهف قلبي على لقا رشاءٍ

شيب مني الفؤاد والفودا

شيب مني الفؤاد والفودا

Oh, how my heart yearns to meet a young gazelle

My heart longs to meet a beloved

Who has turned my heart and temple gray.

whose love has made my heart grow gray and emaciated

لي مقلة منه قد جننت بها

لي مقلة منه قد جننت بها

وهكذا حال من به سودا

وهكذا حال من به سودا

I have an eye of his for which I have gone mad;

I have but a glance from her that has driven me crazy

And such is the state of one afflicted with black bile.

Such is the state of one darkened by love