ياO وَيحَwoe to مَنthe one عَلِقَclung to الأَحِبَّةَthe beloveds قَلبُهُhis heart
يا وَيحَ مَن عَلِقَ الأَحِبَّةَ قَلبُهُ
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen ظَفِرواthey gained power بِهِover him قَتَلوهُthey killed him
حَتّى إِذا ظَفِروا بِهِ قَتَلوهُ
Alas for him whose heart has clung to his beloveds,
Until, when they gained power over him, they killed him.
عَزّواthey grew mighty وَمالَand bent بهِhim الهَوىpassion فَأَذَلَّهُso it humbled him
عَزّوا وَمالَ بهِ الهَوى فَأَذَلَّهُ
إِنَّindeed العَزيزَthe mighty عَلىover الذَليلِthe lowly يَتيهُacts haughtily
إِنَّ العَزيزَ عَلى الذَليلِ يَتيهُ
They grew mighty, while passion bowed him down and humbled him.
Indeed, the mighty lord it over the lowly.
اُنظُرlook إِلىat جَسَدٍa body أَضَرَّdid harm بِهِto it الهَوىpassion
اُنظُر إِلى جَسَدٍ أَضَرَّ بِهِ الهَوى
لَولاwere it not for تَقَلُّبُthe movement طَرفِهِhis eyes دَفَنوهُthey would have buried him
لَولا تَقَلُّبُ طَرفِهِ دَفَنوهُ
Look at a body ravaged by passion;
But for the movement of his eyes, they would have buried him.
مَنwhoever كانَwas خِلواًfree مِنfrom تَباريحِthe torments الهَوىpassion
مَن كانَ خِلواً مِن تَباريحِ الهَوى
فَأَناbut I الهَوىpassion وَحَليفُهُand its ally وَأَبوهُand its father
فَأَنا الهَوى وَحَليفُهُ وَأَبوهُ
Whoever may be free of passion's torments,
But I am passion, its ally and its father.