كَيفَ المَريضُ الَّذي تُحمى عيادَتُهُ

كَيفَ المَريضُ الَّذي تُحمى عيادَتُهُ

إِنّي عَلَيهِ لَذو خَوفٍ وَإِشفاقِ

إِنّي عَلَيهِ لَذو خَوفٍ وَإِشفاقِ

How fares the sick one whom it is forbidden to visit?

How fares the sick man whose visitation I crave

I am indeed filled with fear and concern for him.

For him I feel such tenderness and care

يُرقى لِيَسكُنَ ما يَلقى وَبي سَقَمٌ

يُرقى لِيَسكُنَ ما يَلقى وَبي سَقَمٌ

مِن حُبِّهِ لازِمٌ ما إِن لَهُ راقِ

مِن حُبِّهِ لازِمٌ ما إِن لَهُ راقِ

He is treated with incantations to ease his suffering, while I bear an illness

I wish that he find peace from the ills he doth face

From loving him—unrelenting, with no one to charm it away.

And that my steadfast love be his cure and prayer

يا لَيتَ ما بِكَ مِن سُقَمٍ تَحَوَّلَ بي

يا لَيتَ ما بِكَ مِن سُقَمٍ تَحَوَّلَ بي

إِنّي إِلى ذاكَ يا سُؤَلي بِأَشواقِ

إِنّي إِلى ذاكَ يا سُؤَلي بِأَشواقِ

If only the illness in you would pass to me!

Would that whatever sickness you do bear

Indeed, I yearn for that, O my desire.

Be transferred over to me, whom longing makes its lair