أَعاتِكَ هَلّا إِذ بَخِلتَ فَلا تَرى

أَعاتِكَ هَلّا إِذ بَخِلتَ فَلا تَرى

لذي صَبوَةٍ زُلفى لَدَيكِ وَلا رَقّى

لذي صَبوَةٍ زُلفى لَدَيكِ وَلا رَقّى

O Atikah, why, since you withheld your favor and see no

Your indifference - when you withheld affection - meant I saw

nearness for a lover with you, nor healing charms,

No tender companion to sit by me, no soothing melody.

رَدَدتِ فُؤاداً قَد تَوَلّى بِهِ الهَوى

رَدَدتِ فُؤاداً قَد تَوَلّى بِهِ الهَوى

وَسَكَّنتِ عَيالا تَمَلُّ وَلا تُرقى

وَسَكَّنتِ عَيالا تَمَلُّ وَلا تُرقى

did you not return a heart that passion had carried away,

You made a heart that loved you bitterly turn away,

and soothe dependents who grow weary and are not healed by charms?

And stilled dependents who can neither rest nor find peace.

وَلكِن خَلَعتِ القَلبَ بِالوَعدِ وَالمُنى

وَلكِن خَلَعتِ القَلبَ بِالوَعدِ وَالمُنى

وَلَم أَرَ يَوماً مِنكِ جوداً وَلا صِدقا

وَلَم أَرَ يَوماً مِنكِ جوداً وَلا صِدقا

Yet you wrenched away my heart with promises and hopes,

But you cast off my heart with promises and wishes,

and I have never seen generosity or truthfulness from you.

Never have I seen from you generosity or sincerity.

أَتَنسَينَ أَيّامي بِرَبعِكِ مُدنَفاً

أَتَنسَينَ أَيّامي بِرَبعِكِ مُدنَفاً

صَريعاً بَأَرضِ الشَأمِ ذا سَقَمٍ مُلقى

صَريعاً بَأَرضِ الشَأمِ ذا سَقَمٍ مُلقى

Do you forget my days at your dwelling, gravely ill,

Do you forget my days wasting at your camp in misery,

stricken in the land of Syria, left lying there sick?

Laid low in Damascus, sick, forsaken?

وَلَيسَ صَديقٌ يَرتَضي لِوَصِيَّةٍ

وَلَيسَ صَديقٌ يَرتَضي لِوَصِيَّةٍ

وَأَدعو لِدائي بِالشَرابِ فَما أَسقى

وَأَدعو لِدائي بِالشَرابِ فَما أَسقى

And there is no friend willing to receive my last instructions,

No friend will consent to a last bequest -

and I call for a drink for my illness, but none is given me.

I call out for a drink to cure my sickness, but nothing slakes my thirst.

وَأَكبَرُ هَمّي أَن أَرى لَكِ مُرسَلاً

وَأَكبَرُ هَمّي أَن أَرى لَكِ مُرسَلاً

فَطولَ نَهاري جالِسٌ أَرقُبُ الطُرقا

فَطولَ نَهاري جالِسٌ أَرقُبُ الطُرقا

My greatest concern is to see a messenger of yours,

My greatest sorrow: to see a messenger come from you -

so throughout my day I sit watching the roads.

So my days stretch long as I sit watching the roads.

فَوا كَبِدي إِذ لَيسَ لي مِنكِ مَجلِسٌ

فَوا كَبِدي إِذ لَيسَ لي مِنكِ مَجلِسٌ

فَأَشكوا لِذي بي مِن هَواكِبِ وَما أَلقى

فَأَشكوا لِذي بي مِن هَواكِبِ وَما أَلقى

So, alas for my liver, since I have no audience with you,

Woe to my liver, since I have no council with you,

to lament what your love does to me, and what I endure.

I complain to Him who decreed all this about your orbits and their course.

رَأَيتُكِ تَزدادينَ لِلصَّبِّ غِلظَةً

رَأَيتُكِ تَزدادينَ لِلصَّبِّ غِلظَةً

وَيَزدادُ قَلبي كُلَّ يَومٍ لَكُم عِشقاً

وَيَزدادُ قَلبي كُلَّ يَومٍ لَكُم عِشقاً

I have seen you grow harsher toward the lovesick lover,

I saw you grow more stubborn toward passion,

while every day my heart grows more in love with you.

While my heart day by day grew more infatuated with you.