ألم يكفني ما نالني في هواكمُ

ألم يكفني ما نالني في هواكمُ

إلى أن طفقتم بين لاهٍ وضاحكِ

إلى أن طفقتم بين لاهٍ وضاحكِ

Was what befell me in loving you not enough,

Has not what befell me in loving you

that you began—some making merry, others laughing?

Been enough, until you began to waver between frowns and smiles

شماتتكم بي فوق ما قد أصابني

شماتتكم بي فوق ما قد أصابني

وما بي دخول النار بل طَنزُ مالكِ

وما بي دخول النار بل طَنزُ مالكِ

Your gloating over me is worse than what has already befallen me;

Your derision of me, beyond what has already afflicted me

It is not entering the Fire that troubles me, but Malik's mockery.

I care not for the fires of Hell, but for your disdain, oh angel