يا نَفْسُ موتي فَقَدْ جَدَّ الأَسى مُوتي

يا نَفْسُ موتي فَقَدْ جَدَّ الأَسى مُوتي

ما كُنْتِ أَولَّ صَبٍّ غير مَبْخوتِ

ما كُنْتِ أَولَّ صَبٍّ غير مَبْخوتِ

O soul, die, for sorrow has grown intense—die!

O my soul, death has made my death severe

You were not the first luckless lover.

You were not the first morning rain, un-disappointed

يَوْمُ الفِراقِ رَمى شَمْلي فَشَتَّتَهُ

يَوْمُ الفِراقِ رَمى شَمْلي فَشَتَّتَهُ

رَماهُ رَبِّي بِتَفْريقٍ وتَشْتيتِ

رَماهُ رَبِّي بِتَفْريقٍ وتَشْتيتِ

The day of parting struck my union and scattered it.

The day we parted, He scattered what we shared

May my Lord strike it with division and dispersal.

Scattered by my Lord with separation and scattering

بَكَى إِليَّ غَداةَ البَيْنِ حِينَ رَأَى

بَكَى إِليَّ غَداةَ البَيْنِ حِينَ رَأَى

دَمْعي يَفيضُ وَحالي حالَ مَبْهوتِ

دَمْعي يَفيضُ وَحالي حالَ مَبْهوتِ

He wept before me on the morning of parting, when he saw

He cried to me the morning after we parted when he saw

My tears overflowing, and my state that of one stunned.

My overflowing tears and my deeply saddened state

فَدَمْعَتي ذَوْبُ ياقوتٍ عَلى ذَهَبٍ

فَدَمْعَتي ذَوْبُ ياقوتٍ عَلى ذَهَبٍ

وَدَمْعُهُ ذَوْبَ دُرٍّ فَوْقَ ياقوتِ

وَدَمْعُهُ ذَوْبَ دُرٍّ فَوْقَ ياقوتِ

So my tear is molten ruby upon gold,

So my tears melted ruby on gold

And his tears are molten pearls above ruby.

While his tears melted pearls atop ruby