قَلبي بِحُبك يا ظَلوم مُولع

قَلبي بِحُبك يا ظَلوم مُولع

أَبَداً يَذوب عَلَيكَ أَو يَتَصَدَعُ

أَبَداً يَذوب عَلَيكَ أَو يَتَصَدَعُ

My heart is consumed with love for you, O cruel one.

My heart is passionately in love with you, O cruel one

Forever it melts for you or breaks apart.

It will forever melt or crack for you

فَرط الدُنو أَضَرَّ بي وَلربما

فَرط الدُنو أَضَرَّ بي وَلربما

جَهل المُتَيم ما يَضُرُّ وَيَنفَع

جَهل المُتَيم ما يَضُرُّ وَيَنفَع

Excessive closeness has harmed me; perhaps

Excessive passion has harmed me, and perhaps

The lovesick one knows not what harms and what helps.

The ignorant lover does not know what hurts and what benefits

قَرَّيتني حيناً فَحين مَلَكتِني

قَرَّيتني حيناً فَحين مَلَكتِني

أَقصَيتَني وَحَشاشَتي تَتقطَع

أَقصَيتَني وَحَشاشَتي تَتقطَع

You welcomed me for a time; then, once you possessed me,

You brought me close at times, at others you distanced me

You cast me away, while my life's remnant was torn apart.

You ignored me while my love was being shredded

قَد برّحت حِمّاي بي وَأَظنها

قَد برّحت حِمّاي بي وَأَظنها

عَني بِدون مَنيَتي لا تقلع

عَني بِدون مَنيَتي لا تقلع

My fever has tormented me, and I think it

You have relieved yourself of protecting me, and I reckon

Will not leave me until my death.

That without my demise, you will not relent

أَصبَحتُ أَنتَظر الحَمام وَلَم أَخَف

أَصبَحتُ أَنتَظر الحَمام وَلَم أَخَف

مِنهُ وَلَكن مِن صُدودك أَجزَع

مِنهُ وَلَكن مِن صُدودك أَجزَع

I now await death, and I have no fear

I have come to await the pigeons, and I do not fear

Of it; but I dread your rejection.

Them, but rather fear your rejection even more

حُكم الإِلَهُ بان أَموت بِلَوعَتي

حُكم الإِلَهُ بان أَموت بِلَوعَتي

وَجداً عَلَيكَ وَحُكمُهُ لا يَدفع

وَجداً عَلَيكَ وَحُكمُهُ لا يَدفع

God's decree is that I die of my burning anguish,

God has ruled that I die of my anguish

Yearning for you; His decree cannot be averted.

And sorrow for you, and His rule cannot be defied

فَولعت أَنتَ بِمُهجَتي وَعَذابِها

فَولعت أَنتَ بِمُهجَتي وَعَذابِها

وَأَنا بِحُبك مُستهام مولَع

وَأَنا بِحُبك مُستهام مولَع

So you have grown enamored of my lifeblood and its torment,

You are obsessed with tormenting me

And I am love-crazed, consumed with love for you.

While I am obsessed with loving you

يا قَاتِلي بَصدودهِ ماذا تَرى

يا قَاتِلي بَصدودهِ ماذا تَرى

في مُدنف بِسَلام طَيفك يَقنَع

في مُدنف بِسَلام طَيفك يَقنَع

O you whose rejection slays me, what do you think

O my killer, with your rejection, what do you see

Of one wasting away, content with a greeting from your phantom?

In someone devastated, wishing for the phantom of your peace

هَلّا بَعَثتَ لِيَ الخَيال يُعَوِدُني

هَلّا بَعَثتَ لِيَ الخَيال يُعَوِدُني

هَيهات كَيفَ يَزور مَن لا يَهجَع

هَيهات كَيفَ يَزور مَن لا يَهجَع

Why not send me the phantom to visit me?

If only you would send me a specter to visit me

Impossible! How can it visit one who does not sleep?

Alas, how can one who does not rest, visit me

وَلَكَ البَقاء فَلَستَ أَولُ مَن قَضى

وَلَكَ البَقاء فَلَستَ أَولُ مَن قَضى

كَمداً وَأَنتَ بِما يَسرّ مُمتع

كَمداً وَأَنتَ بِما يَسرّ مُمتع

And may you live on, for you are not the first to perish

You have eternal life, so you are not the first

Of grief, while you enjoy what brings delight.

To pass away while enjoying what you desire