يميناً بِكم ما حُلْتُ عَنْ صدقِ ودَكم

يميناً بِكم ما حُلْتُ عَنْ صدقِ ودَكم

وتُرْبةِ صَبْري إنَّني لِلْهوى تِربُ

وتُرْبةِ صَبْري إنَّني لِلْهوى تِربُ

I swear by you: I have not turned from my sincere love for you.

My right hand I'll not withhold from your friendship true,

And by my patience's grave, I am indeed love's peer.

Though my patience is tried, and for love brought low.

ولولاَ هواكُمْ ما طربتُ لِمُنشدٍ

ولولاَ هواكُمْ ما طربتُ لِمُنشدٍ

ولا شاقني من ذكره الجزعُ والشّعبُ

ولا شاقني من ذكره الجزعُ والشّعبُ

And were it not for my love for you, I would not have thrilled to a singer,

Were it not for your love, no minstrel could move me so,

Nor would the valley bend and the ravine have stirred my longing at his mention of them.

Nor would sorrow or longing cause me such woe.