هذا الذي يدعي بالحب معرفةً

هذا الذي يدعي بالحب معرفةً

ماكانَ أصدقهُ لو أنّه زارا !!!

ماكانَ أصدقهُ لو أنّه زارا !!!

This one who claims knowledge of love—

He who claims to know love

How truthful he would have been, had he visited!

Would not have been so truthful, had he visited!

لم يدرِ ماذرفتْ عينِي لِغيبته

لم يدرِ ماذرفتْ عينِي لِغيبته

لو كان ذا كلفٍ ..مثلي .. لما جارا

لو كان ذا كلفٍ ..مثلي .. لما جارا

He did not know what tears my eye shed over his absence.

He did not know what my eyes shed in his absence

Had he been as lovesick as I am, he would not have been unjust.

Had he been so inclined...like me...he would not have fled

في كلّ سانحةٍ أزجيهِ قافيَتي

في كلّ سانحةٍ أزجيهِ قافيَتي

وجداً تبوح له .. جهراً وإسْرارا

وجداً تبوح له .. جهراً وإسْرارا

At every opportunity, I send him my rhyme.

In every circumstance I rhyme my verses for him

With longing, it confides in him, openly and in secret.

Sincerely confessing to him...openly and in secret

وليس يعلمُ ما في الصدرِ من أسفٍ

وليس يعلمُ ما في الصدرِ من أسفٍ

ممّا أكابده .. هجراً وإنكارا

ممّا أكابده .. هجراً وإنكارا

And he does not know the sorrow within my breast,

Yet he does not know the sorrow in my heart

From what I endure—abandonment and denial.

From his estrangement and denial that I endure

بالله يا أملاً .. في الروحِ مسكنُه

بالله يا أملاً .. في الروحِ مسكنُه

زُرني فداكَ أنا .. يكفيك إدْبَارا

زُرني فداكَ أنا .. يكفيك إدْبَارا

By God, O hope whose dwelling is in the soul,

For God's sake, my hope...his dwelling in the soul

Visit me—I am your ransom; enough of turning away!

Visit me, your ransom is me...it is enough to turn away