1. عَلى القَلب المُعَذب أَن يَذوبا

    وَيا دَمعي عَلَيكَ بانَ تَصوبا

    The tormented heart must melt.

    And, O my tears, you must pour down.

  2. أَبيت مسهداً قلقاً عَليلاً

    حَزيناً وَأمقاً فَرداً غَريبا

    I spend the night sleepless, restless, and ailing,

    Sorrowful, in love, alone, a stranger.

  3. فُؤادٌ كُلُهُ أَمسى لَهيباً

    وَجسم كُلُهُ أَضحى مَذوبا

    A heart that has become entirely flame,

    And a body that has wholly melted away.

  4. أَتذكُر لي حَديثاً عَن اليفي

    وَتنكر أَن تَرى دَمعي صَبيبا

    Do you tell me a tale of my beloved,

    Yet find it strange to see my tears pour down?

  5. وَتَعجب أَنَّها سالَت جِراحي

    وَريح الشام بي مَرَت قَريبا

    And marvel that my wounds have bled,

    When the breeze of al-Sham passed near me?

  6. بِحَمد اللَهِ أَفنى السُقم جسمي

    فَلا أَخشى عَلَيهِ أَن يَذوبا

    Praise be to God: sickness has consumed my body,

    So I do not fear that it will melt away.

  7. وَأَعجزت اللوائم وَاللَواحي

    وَأيأست العَوائد وَالطَبيبا

    And I have baffled the women who reproach and chide,

    And made the visiting women and the physician despair.

  8. إِلى كَم ذا العَذاب وَلَيتَ شعري

    عَلامَ أَطلتَ يا بَدر المَغيبا

    How long will this torment last? Would that I knew

    Why you have prolonged your absence, O full moon.

  9. تَجنّ جَوانِحي قَلباً طَروباً

    تَكُن شغافهُ شَغفاً مُذيبا

    My ribs enclose an impassioned heart,

    Its sheath harbors a passion that melts it.

  10. وَحسب الشَوق أَن أَفني دُموعي

    وَإِن الدَمع قَد أَفنى الغُروبا

    It is enough for longing that it has exhausted my tears,

    And tears have already worn away the tear ducts.

  11. وَمِثلي مَن يَذوب إِلَيكَ شَوقاً

    وَمثلك سَيدي يَصبي القُلوبا

    And one such as I melts with longing for you,

    And one such as you, my lord, captivates hearts.

  12. أَما وَالمُجرِمين سَعوا صُفوفاً

    فَمَحص عَنهُمُ اللَهُ الذُنوبا

    Indeed, by the sinners who hastened in ranks,

    And whose sins God then purged away,

  13. لَقَد حَلَّلت لي إِفشاءَ سِري

    إِلى الواشي وَكُنتُ أَراهُ حوبا

    You have indeed made it lawful for me to reveal my secret

    To the tale-bearer, though I once deemed it a sin.

  14. وَما قَصرت في الكِتمان لَكن

    دُموع العَين أَشعَرَت الرَقيبا

    I did not fall short in concealment, but

    The tears of my eye alerted the watcher.

  15. وَحَق لِمُقلة فَقَدَت كَراها

    لِفَقدك أَن تَفيض دَماً سَكوبا

    And an eye that has lost its sleep has every right,

    For loss of you, to overflow with streaming blood.

  16. تَعيشُ مُنعِماً إِن مُتَ شَوقاً

    فَكَم قَتَل الهَوى صَبّاً كَئيبا

    May you live in bliss if I die of longing,

    For how many a sorrowful lover has passion slain!