وَفَتني دُموعُ العَينِ وَالصَبرُ خانَني

وَفَتني دُموعُ العَينِ وَالصَبرُ خانَني

فَجُرِّعت في حُبّي لَكَ المُرَّ وَالحُلوا

فَجُرِّعت في حُبّي لَكَ المُرَّ وَالحُلوا

My eye's tears kept faith with me, while patience betrayed me.

My tears remained loyal to me, while patience betrayed me,

So in my love for you I was made to drink the bitter and the sweet.

And in my love for you, I was made to drink the bitter and the sweet.

وَضِقتُ بِهذا الحُبِّ ذرعاً وَحيلَةً

وَضِقتُ بِهذا الحُبِّ ذرعاً وَحيلَةً

فَحَتّى مَتى أَشكو وَلا تَنفَعُ الشَكوى

فَحَتّى مَتى أَشكو وَلا تَنفَعُ الشَكوى

And this love exhausted my endurance and my resourcefulness.

I have grown utterly weary of this love, bereft of strength and stratagem,

So how long shall I complain, when complaint is of no use?

So how long must I complain, when complaint brings no relief?

وَهَبتُكَ حَظّي مِن سرورٍ وَلذَّةٍ

وَهَبتُكَ حَظّي مِن سرورٍ وَلذَّةٍ

فَجازَيتَني أَن زِدتُ بَلوى عَلى بَلوى

فَجازَيتَني أَن زِدتُ بَلوى عَلى بَلوى

I gave you my share of joy and pleasure.

I surrendered to you my share of joy and pleasure,

So you repaid me with affliction heaped upon affliction.

Yet you repaid me by heaping affliction upon affliction.

وَشى عِندَكَ الواشونَ بي فَهَجَرتَني

وَشى عِندَكَ الواشونَ بي فَهَجَرتَني

وَحَمَّلتَني في الحُبِّ ما لَم أَكُن أَقوى

وَحَمَّلتَني في الحُبِّ ما لَم أَكُن أَقوى

Slanderers spoke against me before you, so you forsook me.

Slanderers maligned me in your presence, so you abandoned me,

And in love you burdened me with what I had no strength to bear.

And burdened me in love with more than I could bear.

وَلَو أَنَّني إِذ كُنتُ عِندَكَ مُذنِباً

وَلَو أَنَّني إِذ كُنتُ عِندَكَ مُذنِباً

وَجَدتُ سَبيلاً حَيثُ أَسأَلكَ العَفوا

وَجَدتُ سَبيلاً حَيثُ أَسأَلكَ العَفوا

And if only, when I was guilty in your eyes,

If indeed I had been a sinner in your eyes,

I had found a way to ask your pardon.

I would have found a path to beg for your pardon.

وِصالُكَ لي مُحيٍ وَهَجرُكَ قاتِلي

وِصالُكَ لي مُحيٍ وَهَجرُكَ قاتِلي

وَحُبُّكَ شَغلٌ كُنتُ مِن قَبلِهِ خِلوا

وَحُبُّكَ شَغلٌ كُنتُ مِن قَبلِهِ خِلوا

Union with you gives me life, and your estrangement kills me.

Union with you is my life, and your desertion is my slayer;

And love for you is a preoccupation from which I was once free.

Your love is an occupation for a heart that was once carefree.

وَقَفتُ عَلى آثارِ وَصلِكَ بِالحِمى

وَقَفتُ عَلى آثارِ وَصلِكَ بِالحِمى

وَأَنكَرتُ صَبري في مَعالِمِها شَجوا

وَأَنكَرتُ صَبري في مَعالِمِها شَجوا

I stood by the traces of union with you in the protected grounds.

I stood over the fading traces of our union at the sanctuary,

And amid its landmarks, in grief, I could not recognize my patience.

And amidst those landmarks, renounced my patience in grief.

وَقُلتُ لِعَيني وَيحَكِ الآنَ فَاِسجمي

وَقُلتُ لِعَيني وَيحَكِ الآنَ فَاِسجمي

دُموعاً كَما قَد كُنتِ زِدتِ بِهِ لَهوا

دُموعاً كَما قَد كُنتِ زِدتِ بِهِ لَهوا

And I said to my eye: “Alas for you! Now pour forth

I said to my eye: "Woe to you, now pour forth

tears, as you once added to the joy there.

Tears, just as you once overflowed with delight in him."

وَحَقِّ الهَوى لا ذُقت غمضاً وَلا رَقَت

وَحَقِّ الهَوى لا ذُقت غمضاً وَلا رَقَت

دُموعك أَو تُحيي المَحَلَّ الَّذي أَقوى

دُموعك أَو تُحيي المَحَلَّ الَّذي أَقوى

By the sanctity of love, may you taste no sleep, nor may

By the holy truth of Passion, you shall taste no sleep, nor shall

your tears cease until you revive the dwelling-place that lies deserted.”

Your tears run dry, until you revive this desolate ground.

وُرودُ الرَدى أَولى وَإِن عيفَ وردُهُ

وُرودُ الرَدى أَولى وَإِن عيفَ وردُهُ

لِمَن باتَ ظَمآناً إِلى ريق مَن يَهوى

لِمَن باتَ ظَمآناً إِلى ريق مَن يَهوى

Going to death's waters is better, though its draught be loathed,

To drink from the pool of death is worthier—though its draught be loathed—

for one who spends the night thirsty for the saliva of the one he loves.

For one who passes the night thirsting for the lips of the one he loves.