لَو كُنتِ عاتِبَةً لَسَكَّنَ لَوعَتي

لَو كُنتِ عاتِبَةً لَسَكَّنَ لَوعَتي

أَمَلي رِضاكِ وَزُرتُ غَيرَ مُراقِبِ

أَمَلي رِضاكِ وَزُرتُ غَيرَ مُراقِبِ

If you were reproachful, my anguish would be soothed

by my hope of your favor, and I would visit without fear.

لَكِن مَلَلتِ فَلَم تَكُن لي حيلَةٌ

لَكِن مَلَلتِ فَلَم تَكُن لي حيلَةٌ

صَدُّ المَلولِ خِلافُ صَدِّ العاتِبِ

صَدُّ المَلولِ خِلافُ صَدِّ العاتِبِ

But you have tired of me, and I have no recourse.

The rejection of one grown weary differs from that of one who reproaches.

ما ضَرَّ مَن قَطَعَ الرَجاءَ بِبُخلِهِ

ما ضَرَّ مَن قَطَعَ الرَجاءَ بِبُخلِهِ

لَو كانَ عَلَّلَني بِوَعدٍ كاذِبِ

لَو كانَ عَلَّلَني بِوَعدٍ كاذِبِ

What harm would it have done the one who cut off hope through his stinginess

if he had kept me hoping with a false promise?

أَلهَمُّ أَصبَحَ يا ظَلومُ مُقارَني

أَلهَمُّ أَصبَحَ يا ظَلومُ مُقارَني

وَالهَمُّ شَرُّ مُقارِنٍ وَمُصاحِبِ

وَالهَمُّ شَرُّ مُقارِنٍ وَمُصاحِبِ

Sorrow has become, O cruel one, my companion;

and sorrow is the worst associate and companion.