ماليwhat is the matter with me? وشيبيand my gray hair قدalready أغارraided بلمّتيupon my locks
مالي وشيبي قد أغار بلمّتي
أبديI declare الغرامpassion وللمحبةand for love أكتبُI write
أبدي الغرام وللمحبة أكتبُ
What have I to do with gray hair, now it has swept through my locks?
Why, when my gray hair has invaded my locks,
I reveal my passion, and for love I write.
do I declare passion and write for love?
ياسيديO my lord لولاwere it not for الشعورthe feeling يؤزنيimpels me
ياسيدي لولا الشعور يؤزني
لتركتI would have left حرفيmy word فيin الحشاthe breast يتقلّبُtossing and turning
لتركت حرفي في الحشا يتقلّبُ
My lord—were feeling not to spur me on,
O my lord, were it not for the feeling that impels me,
I would leave my verse tossing within my breast.
I would have left my word tossing and turning in my breast.
