يا قاسيَ القَلبِ لَيسَ اللَفظُ مَطمَعَهُ

يا قاسيَ القَلبِ لَيسَ اللَفظُ مَطمَعَهُ

ساجي الجُفونِ حَنينَ اللَحظِ راحمَهُ

ساجي الجُفونِ حَنينَ اللَحظِ راحمَهُ

O hard-hearted one—words are not what he craves—

O heartless one, sweet words are not his goal

Languid-lidded, tender of glance, you who pity him,

O slumbering eyelids, pity his yearning soul

أَما تَرِقُّ لِصَبٍّ فيك مُكتَئِبٍ

أَما تَرِقُّ لِصَبٍّ فيك مُكتَئِبٍ

عفٍّ غَدا صادِقاً في الودِّ كاتِمَهُ

عفٍّ غَدا صادِقاً في الودِّ كاتِمَهُ

Will you not pity a lover grieving over you,

Does not a loyal youth in you stir compassion

Chaste, who has become sincere in love while concealing it?

Whose affection tomorrow will honestly fashion

أَشبَهتَ يوسُفَ حُسنا وَالمُحبُّ لَهُ

أَشبَهتَ يوسُفَ حُسنا وَالمُحبُّ لَهُ

سَبعٌ شِدادٌ عَصى فيهن لائِمَهُ

سَبعٌ شِدادٌ عَصى فيهن لائِمَهُ

You resemble Joseph in beauty, and the lover has

You resemble Joseph in beauty, and lover of yours

Seven harsh years, in which he defied his reproacher.

Is imprisoned, though guiltless, in pitiless towers

يَلومُهُ لَيسَ يَدري من يَهيمُ بِهِ

يَلومُهُ لَيسَ يَدري من يَهيمُ بِهِ

لَكن يَراهُ حَزينَ القَلبِ هائِمَهُ

لَكن يَراهُ حَزينَ القَلبِ هائِمَهُ

He reproaches him, not knowing whom he loves so madly,

They blame him, not knowing who makes him despair

But sees him sorrowful and distraught at heart.

Only seeing him gloomy and filled with dark care

كَفاهُ مِنكَ وِصالاً أَن تُكالِمَهُ

كَفاهُ مِنكَ وِصالاً أَن تُكالِمَهُ

وَأَن يَراكَ وَإِن أصبَحتَ كالِمَهُ

وَأَن يَراكَ وَإِن أصبَحتَ كالِمَهُ

For union with you, it is enough for him that you speak with him,

To be spoken to by you is the joy he'd implore

And that he see you, even if you now wound him.

Just to see you, though you say to him nothing more