يا سالبَ القَلبِ مِنّي عِندَما رَمَقا

يا سالبَ القَلبِ مِنّي عِندَما رَمَقا

لَم يُبقِ حُبُّكَ لِي صَبراً وَلا رَمَقا

لَم يُبقِ حُبُّكَ لِي صَبراً وَلا رَمَقا

O you who stole my heart from me when you cast a glance,

O you who have taken my heart when it was on its last breath,

O you who snatched my heart the moment you glanced,

Love for you has left me neither patience nor a breath of life.

Your love has left me no patience or life in me.

Your love has left me neither patience nor a spark of life.

لا تَسألِ اليَومَ عَمّا كابدت كَبدي

لا تَسألِ اليَومَ عَمّا كابدت كَبدي

لَيتَ الفِراقَ وَلَيتَ الحُبَّ ما خُلِقا

لَيتَ الفِراقَ وَلَيتَ الحُبَّ ما خُلِقا

Do not ask today what my liver has endured.

Ask me not today what my liver has endured,

Do not ask today what my heart has endured;

If only parting and love had never been created.

If only parting and love were never created.

Would that separation—and would that love—had never been created.

ما باِختياريَ ذُقتُ الحبَّ ثانيةً

ما باِختياريَ ذُقتُ الحبَّ ثانيةً

وَإِنّما جارَتِ الأَقدارُ فاتّفَقا

وَإِنّما جارَتِ الأَقدارُ فاتّفَقا

It was not by my choice that I tasted love a second time.

It was not by my choice that I tasted love again,

Not by my choice did I taste love a second time,

Rather, the fates dealt unjustly, and so it came to pass.

But destiny overtook and coincided.

But the fates were unjust, and so it came to pass.

وَكنتُ في كَلَفي الداعي إِلى تَلَفي

وَكنتُ في كَلَفي الداعي إِلى تَلَفي

مِثلَ الفراشِ أَحَبَّ النارَ فَاِحتَرَقا

مِثلَ الفراشِ أَحَبَّ النارَ فَاِحتَرَقا

And in my infatuation, I was the one inviting my own ruin,

And I was, in my misery calling for my ruin,

In my passion, which summoned my ruin, I was

Like a moth that loved the fire and burned.

Like a moth who loved fire and got burned.

Like the moth that loved the flame and burned.

يا مَن تَجَلّى إِلى سرّي فَصيّرني

يا مَن تَجَلّى إِلى سرّي فَصيّرني

دَكّاً وَهزَّ فُؤادي عِندَما صعقا

دَكّاً وَهزَّ فُؤادي عِندَما صعقا

O you who revealed yourself to my innermost self and reduced me

O you who has appeared to my secret and made me

O you who manifested to my secret soul, turning me

To rubble, and shook my heart when it fell senseless.

Broken and shook my heart when it was shocked.

To scattered dust, and shaking my heart when it was thunderstruck,

اِنظُر إِليَّ فَإِنَّ النَفس قَد تَلِفت

اِنظُر إِليَّ فَإِنَّ النَفس قَد تَلِفت

وَارفُق عَليَّ فإنَّ الرُوحَ قَد زهِقا

وَارفُق عَليَّ فإنَّ الرُوحَ قَد زهِقا

Look at me, for my soul has perished.

Look at me, for the self has become worn down,

Gaze upon me, for my soul has perished,

And be gentle with me, for my spirit has departed.

And be gentle with me, for the soul has perished.

And be gentle with me, for my spirit has fled.