أَتَهجُرُني وَتَغصِبُني كِتابي

أَتَهجُرُني وَتَغصِبُني كِتابي

وَما في الحَقِّ غَصبي وَاجتِنابي

وَما في الحَقِّ غَصبي وَاجتِنابي

Do you forsake me and rob me of my letter?

You spurn me and deny me your scripture,

And it is not just to rob me and shun me.

Though in truth I've done no wrong nor avoided you.

أَيَجمُلُ أَن أُبيحَكَ مَحضَ وُدّي

أَيَجمُلُ أَن أُبيحَكَ مَحضَ وُدّي

وَأَنتَ تَسومُني سوءَ العَذابِ

وَأَنتَ تَسومُني سوءَ العَذابِ

Is it fitting that I freely offer you my pure love,

Is it fair that I profess my love so plainly

while you subject me to cruel torment?

While you treat me cruelly with torment?

فَدَيتُكَ كَم تَغُضُّ الطَرفَ دوني

فَدَيتُكَ كَم تَغُضُّ الطَرفَ دوني

وَكَم أَدعوكَ مِن خَلفِ الحِجابِ

وَكَم أَدعوكَ مِن خَلفِ الحِجابِ

May I be your ransom! How often you avert your gaze from me,

My life for you! How oft you turn from me,

and how often I call to you from behind the veil.

How oft I call you from behind the veil.

وَكَم لي مِن فُؤادِكَ بَعدَ قُربٍ

وَكَم لي مِن فُؤادِكَ بَعدَ قُربٍ

مَكانَ الشَيبِ في نَفسِ الكَعابِ

مَكانَ الشَيبِ في نَفسِ الكَعابِ

And how often, after closeness, I hold in your heart

How far now is your heart that once was near,

the place gray hair holds in a young maiden's soul.

Like grey hair on a youthful head.

أَعِد في عَبدِكَ المَظلومِ رَأياً

أَعِد في عَبدِكَ المَظلومِ رَأياً

تَنالُ بِهِ الجَزيلَ مِنَ الثَوابِ

تَنالُ بِهِ الجَزيلَ مِنَ الثَوابِ

Reconsider your judgment of your wronged servant;

Reconsider your mistreated servant -

through it you will gain abundant reward.

Thus you'll reap plentiful reward.

وَإِن تَبخَل عَلَيهِ فَرُبَّ دَهرٍ

وَإِن تَبخَل عَلَيهِ فَرُبَّ دَهرٍ

وَهَبتَ لَهُ رِضاكَ بِلا حِسابِ

وَهَبتَ لَهُ رِضاكَ بِلا حِسابِ

And if you withhold it from him, there was many a time

And if you're miserly toward him, many a day

when you bestowed your favor upon him without measure.

You've granted him your pleasure without account.