كفى بالهوى ذلا وبالفقر مزعجا

كفى بالهوى ذلا وبالفقر مزعجا

وبالبين فضّاحا لما في السرائر

وبالبين فضّاحا لما في السرائر

Love is humiliation enough, and poverty torment enough;

Enough of passion's disgrace, of poverty's distress,

And parting enough to expose what lies hidden within.

Of separation betrayed, exposing every secret -

لقد حل ما بي لو أبث قليله

لقد حل ما بي لو أبث قليله

لصعب الذرى أضحى كريشة طائر

لصعب الذرى أضحى كريشة طائر

What has befallen me is such that, were I to reveal a little of it

Were I to tell but little of my inner grief,

To a mountain of rugged peaks, it would become like a bird's feather.

This solid earth itself would take flight like a bird.