لَحظَها لَحظَها رُوَيداً رُوَيدا

لَحظَها لَحظَها رُوَيداً رُوَيدا

كَم إِلى كَم تَكيدُ لِلروحِ كَيدا

كَم إِلى كَم تَكيدُ لِلروحِ كَيدا

Her glance, her glance—gently, gently!

Take it slowly, take it slowly

How long—how much longer—will you scheme against the soul?

How much plotting against the soul, step by step

كُفَّ أَو لا تَكُفَّ إِنَّ بِجَنبي

كُفَّ أَو لا تَكُفَّ إِنَّ بِجَنبي

لَسِهاماً أَرسَلتَها لَن تُرَدّا

لَسِهاماً أَرسَلتَها لَن تُرَدّا

Cease, or do not cease: indeed, within my side

Stop or don't stop, for next to me

Are arrows you have loosed that will not be turned back.

Are arrows you have unleashed that won't be turned back

تَصِلُ الضَربَ ما أَرى لَكَ حَدّا

تَصِلُ الضَربَ ما أَرى لَكَ حَدّا

فَاِتَّقِ اللَهَ وَاِلتَزِم لَكَ حَدّا

فَاِتَّقِ اللَهَ وَاِلتَزِم لَكَ حَدّا

You follow blow with blow; I see no limit to you.

The blows reach me ceaselessly, I see no end for you

So fear God, and keep yourself within bounds.

So fear God and keep within your bounds

أَو فَصُغ لي مِنَ الحِجارَةِ قَلبا

أَو فَصُغ لي مِنَ الحِجارَةِ قَلبا

ثُمَّ صُغ لي مِنَ الحَدائِدِ كِبدا

ثُمَّ صُغ لي مِنَ الحَدائِدِ كِبدا

Or fashion me a heart of stone,

Or make from stones a heart for me

Then fashion me a liver of iron.

Then make for me a liver of iron

وَاِكفِ جَفنَيَّ دافِقاً لَيسَ يَرقا

وَاِكفِ جَفنَيَّ دافِقاً لَيسَ يَرقا

وَاِكفِ جَنبَيَّ خافِقاً لَيسَ يَهدا

وَاِكفِ جَنبَيَّ خافِقاً لَيسَ يَهدا

And spare my eyelids a torrent that does not cease,

And stop my streaming eyes that find no rest

And spare my sides a throbbing heart that does not grow calm.

And stop my throbbing side that knows no peace

فَمِنَ الغَبنِ أَن يَصيرَ وَعيداً

فَمِنَ الغَبنِ أَن يَصيرَ وَعيداً

ما قَطَعتُ الزَمانَ أَرجوهُ وَعدا

ما قَطَعتُ الزَمانَ أَرجوهُ وَعدا

For it is unfair that it should turn into a threat—

For it's an injustice that a threat is made

What I have spent my days hoping for as a promise.

Of what I hoped for, impatiently awaiting