1. قَد ضاقَ بِالحُبِّ صَدري

    وَأَنفَدَ الشَوقُ صَبري

    My breast has grown tight with love,

    and longing has exhausted my patience.

  2. وَطَيَّرَ النَومَ هَمّي

    وَنَمَّ دَمعي بِسِرّي

    And my anguish has driven sleep away,

    and my tears have betrayed my secret.

  3. وَأَوقَدَ الشَوقُ ناراً

    تَمُدُّ دَمعي فَيَجري

    And longing has kindled a fire

    that feeds my tears, so they flow.

  4. في الصَدرِ حَيّاتُ هَمٍّ

    بَينَ الجَوانِحِ تَسري

    In the breast are serpents of sorrow,

    creeping between the ribs.