صَيَّرَني البَينُ عُرضَةَ الحَينِ

صَيَّرَني البَينُ عُرضَةَ الحَينِ

لا أَربَحَ اللَهُ صَفقَةَ البَينِ

لا أَربَحَ اللَهُ صَفقَةَ البَينِ

Separation has made me a target for death.

Separation has made me prone to melancholy,

May God make separation's bargain profitless.

May God not profit the deal of separation.

قَد طالَ يَومي وَلَيلَتي بِهُمُ

قَد طالَ يَومي وَلَيلَتي بِهُمُ

لَمّا يَزالا بِهِم قَصيرَينِ

لَمّا يَزالا بِهِم قَصيرَينِ

My day and my night have grown long because of them,

My day and night are long because of them,

yet in their company both have remained brief.

Still short, alas, their stay will ever be!

كانَ قَليلاً لَدَيَّ مَكثُهُما

كانَ قَليلاً لَدَيَّ مَكثُهُما

فَكُنتُ أَدعوهُما الجَديدَينِ

فَكُنتُ أَدعوهُما الجَديدَينِ

Their stay with me used to be short,

Brief was their sojourn, to my mind, before,

so I would call them “the two new ones.”

I wished that day and night might newer be.

فَطالَ بُعدَ الحَبيبِ لَبثُهُما

فَطالَ بُعدَ الحَبيبِ لَبثُهُما

فَصِرتُ أَدعوهُما عَتيقَينِ

فَصِرتُ أَدعوهُما عَتيقَينِ

Then, in the beloved's absence, their stay grew long,

But now the absent dear one's long-drawn absence

so I came to call them “two old ones.”

Has made me wish that day and night were old.