أَغيبُ عَنكِ بِوُدٍّ لا يُغَيِّرُهُ

أَغيبُ عَنكِ بِوُدٍّ لا يُغَيِّرُهُ

نَأيُ المَحَلِّ وَلا صَرفٌ مِنَ الزَمَنِ

نَأيُ المَحَلِّ وَلا صَرفٌ مِنَ الزَمَنِ

I am away from you with a love unchanged

I am absent from you with a love that time and distance do not change

By a distant dwelling or any turn of time.

If I live, perhaps fate will reunite us one day

فَإِن أَعِش فَلَعَلَّ الدَهرَ يَجمَعُنا

فَإِن أَعِش فَلَعَلَّ الدَهرَ يَجمَعُنا

وإِن أَمُت فَقَتيلُ الهَمِّ وَالحَزَنِ

وإِن أَمُت فَقَتيلُ الهَمِّ وَالحَزَنِ

So if I live, perhaps time will bring us together;

And if I die, I will be a martyr to sorrow and grief

And if I die, I shall be slain by worry and sorrow.

God has made everything you do seem beautiful in my eyes

قَد زَيَّنَ اللَهُ في عَينَيَّ ما صَنَعت

قَد زَيَّنَ اللَهُ في عَينَيَّ ما صَنَعت

حَتّى أَرى حَسَناً ما لَيسَ بِالحَسَنِ

حَتّى أَرى حَسَناً ما لَيسَ بِالحَسَنِ

God has made what she did beautiful in my eyes,

So that I see beauty in what is not beautiful

So that I see as beautiful what is not beautiful.

You are kept from corresponding with me by your preoccupations

تَعتَلُّ بِالشُغلِ عَنّا ما تُكاتِبُنا

تَعتَلُّ بِالشُغلِ عَنّا ما تُكاتِبُنا

والشُغلُ لِلقَلبِ لَيسَ الشُغلُ لِلبَدَنِ

والشُغلُ لِلقَلبِ لَيسَ الشُغلُ لِلبَدَنِ

She pleads being too busy for us; she does not write to us,

But preoccupation is of the heart, not of the body

Yet it is the heart that is busy, not the body.