صَدَدتُ وَأَنتَ الروح وَالسُؤل وَالأَمَل

صَدَدتُ وَأَنتَ الروح وَالسُؤل وَالأَمَل

فَراحَت يَدُ الأَشواق تَلعَب بِالأَجَل

فَراحَت يَدُ الأَشواق تَلعَب بِالأَجَل

I turned away, though you are soul, desire, and hope.

I turned away, and you are the spirit, the question, the hope

So yearning's hand began to toy with life's allotted span.

The hand of longing went to play with fate

هَجرت بِحُكم التيه والدك وَالمَلَل

هَجرت بِحُكم التيه والدك وَالمَلَل

وَأَوحَشَت مِن رُؤياكَ طَرفي وَلَم تَزَل

وَأَوحَشَت مِن رُؤياكَ طَرفي وَلَم تَزَل

You forsook your father at the bidding of arrogance and weariness.

I deserted by the rule of loss, fatigue, and boredom

And you left my eye bereft of seeing you, though you had always

And your vision made my eyes desolate, and it did not cease

تَنَزههُ في وَرد وَجنَتِكَ الغَض

تَنَزههُ في وَرد وَجنَتِكَ الغَض

Delighted it amid the fresh roses of your cheek.

Roaming in your orchard of roses and gardens ever green

I deserted a lover whose loyalty did not fail

هَجَرت مُحبّاً لَم يَحد عَن وَفائِهِ

هَجَرت مُحبّاً لَم يَحد عَن وَفائِهِ

وَلَم يَبقَ مِنهُ السُقم غَير ذمائِهِ

وَلَم يَبقَ مِنهُ السُقم غَير ذمائِهِ

You deserted a lover who never swerved from his faithfulness.

And nothing of him remained except his ailments and blood

And sickness left him only his last remnant of life.

And the tearful eyes overflowed with his blood

وَقَرح مِنهُ الطَرف فَيض دِمائِهِ

وَقَرح مِنهُ الطَرف فَيض دِمائِهِ

فَإِن كُنتَ تَخشى مِن لِسان بُكائِهِ

فَإِن كُنتَ تَخشى مِن لِسان بُكائِهِ

And the flood of his blood wounded his eye.

So if you fear the tongue of his crying

So if you fear the tongue of his weeping,

The view is none but to wink with closed eyes

فَما الرَأي إِلّا أَن تَبَرطل بِالغَمض

فَما الرَأي إِلّا أَن تَبَرطل بِالغَمض

Then the only course is to bribe it with sleep.