لا تَحسَبَنَّ مَدامِعي

لا تَحسَبَنَّ مَدامِعي

بُغِتَ الغَليلُ بِها وَهيجا

بُغِتَ الغَليلُ بِها وَهيجا

Do not think that my tears

Do not imagine that my flowing tears

Took burning thirst unawares as it blazed.

Were but a sudden stirring of my thirst;

كانَت لَواعِجُ أَضلُعي

كانَت لَواعِجُ أَضلُعي

وَهَجَت فَزادَتها وَهيجا

وَهَجَت فَزادَتها وَهيجا

The burning pangs within my ribs had

The searing pangs within my ribs flared up,

Flared up, and my tears heightened their blaze.

And weeping only made them blaze the more.