وَلَقَدْ كَتَبْتُ إِلَيْكَ لَمَّا جَدَّ بي

وَلَقَدْ كَتَبْتُ إِلَيْكَ لَمَّا جَدَّ بي

وَجْدِي عَلَيْكَ وَزَادَتِ الأَشْوَاقُ

وَجْدِي عَلَيْكَ وَزَادَتِ الأَشْوَاقُ

Indeed, I wrote to you when I was overwhelmed

Indeed I wrote to you when my passion grew intense,

By my passion for you, and longings increased.

And my longing for you increased, and yearning grew,

وَشكَوْتُ ما أَلقاهُ مِنْ أَلمِ الجَوَى

وَشكَوْتُ ما أَلقاهُ مِنْ أَلمِ الجَوَى

فَبَكى اليَراعُ وَرَقَّتِ الأَوْرَاقُ

فَبَكى اليَراعُ وَرَقَّتِ الأَوْرَاقُ

And I complained of the pain of lovesickness I endure;

I complained of the torment of love and its pain,

So the reed pen wept, and the pages grew tender.

The meadows wept, and the leaves turned yellow and fell.