أَموتُ وَلا تَدري وَأَنتَ قَتَلتَني

أَموتُ وَلا تَدري وَأَنتَ قَتَلتَني

فَلا أَنا أُبديها وَلا أَنتَ تَعلَمُ

فَلا أَنا أُبديها وَلا أَنتَ تَعلَمُ

I am dying, and you do not know, though you have killed me.

I die, although you do not know, and you have killed me

I die and you perceive it not, though you are my slayer,

So neither do I reveal it, nor do you know.

I do not express it, nor are you aware

So neither do I reveal my state, nor do you come to know.

لِساني وَقَلبي يَكتُمانِ هَواكُمُ

لِساني وَقَلبي يَكتُمانِ هَواكُمُ

وَلَكِنَّ دَمعي بِالهَوى يَتَكَلَّمُ

وَلَكِنَّ دَمعي بِالهَوى يَتَكَلَّمُ

My tongue and my heart conceal my love for you.

My tongue and heart conceal your love

My tongue and heart keep secret the passion that I bear,

But my tears speak of love.

But my tears reveal my passion when they speak

Yet my tears speak out, betraying my desire.

وَلَو لَم يَبُح دَمعي بِمَكنونِ حُبُّكُم

وَلَو لَم يَبُح دَمعي بِمَكنونِ حُبُّكُم

تَكَلَّمَ جِسمٌ بِالنُحولِ يُتَرجِمُ

تَكَلَّمَ جِسمٌ بِالنُحولِ يُتَرجِمُ

And even if my tears did not disclose my hidden love for you,

If my tears did not disclose my secret love for you

And were my tears not to divulge the secret of your love,

My body would speak, expressing it through its wasting.

My wasting body would speak through my gauntness

My wasting frame would speak, interpreting my pain.