سَأُحِبُّ أَعدائي لِأَنَّكِ مِنهُمُ

سَأُحِبُّ أَعدائي لِأَنَّكِ مِنهُمُ

يا مَن يُصِحُّ بِمُقلَتَيهِ وَيُسقِمُ

يا مَن يُصِحُّ بِمُقلَتَيهِ وَيُسقِمُ

I will love my enemies because you are among them.

I will love my enemies, for you are one of them

O you whose eyes heal and sicken.

O you who moans with pleasure, yet sickens me

أَصبَحتَ تُسخِطُني فَأَمنَحُكَ الرِضى

أَصبَحتَ تُسخِطُني فَأَمنَحُكَ الرِضى

مَحضاً وَتَظلِمُني فَلا أَتَظَلَّمُ

مَحضاً وَتَظلِمُني فَلا أَتَظَلَّمُ

You now anger me, yet I grant you goodwill,

You’ve made me angry, so I give you peace

Unalloyed; you wrong me, yet I do not complain.

Purely, though you wrong me, I shall not protest

يا مَن تَآلَفَ لَيلُهُ وَنَهارُهُ

يا مَن تَآلَفَ لَيلُهُ وَنَهارُهُ

فَالحُسنُ بَينَهُما مُضيءٌ مُظلِمُ

فَالحُسنُ بَينَهُما مُضيءٌ مُظلِمُ

O you whose night and day have joined in harmony,

O you whose night and day have become one

For beauty between them is radiant and dark.

So beauty and darkness exist together

قَد كانَ في شَكوى الصَبابَةِ راحَةٌ

قَد كانَ في شَكوى الصَبابَةِ راحَةٌ

لَو أَنَّني أَشكو إِلى مَن يَرحَمُ

لَو أَنَّني أَشكو إِلى مَن يَرحَمُ

There would have been solace in lamenting love's longing,

To vent youthful passion brought some respite

If I were to complain to one who shows mercy.

If only I could complain to one who understands