قَلبٌ يُمِلُّ عَلى لِسانِ ناطِقِ

قَلبٌ يُمِلُّ عَلى لِسانِ ناطِقِ

وَيَدٌ تَخُطُّ رِسالَةً مِن عاشِقِ

وَيَدٌ تَخُطُّ رِسالَةً مِن عاشِقِ

A heart dictates to a speaking tongue,

A heart weighs heavy on a speaking tongue

And a hand writes a letter from a lover.

And a hand that pens a letter from a lover

مَزَجَ المِدادَ بِعَبرَةٍ شَهِدَت لَهُ

مَزَجَ المِدادَ بِعَبرَةٍ شَهِدَت لَهُ

مِن كُلِّ جارِحَةٍ بِقَلبٍ صادِقِ

مِن كُلِّ جارِحَةٍ بِقَلبٍ صادِقِ

He mixed the ink with a tear that testified for him,

He mixed ink with a teardrop that bore him witness

From every limb, that his heart was sincere.

From every limb, with a truthful heart

فَيَمينُهُ تَحكي الوِسادَ لِخَدِّهِ

فَيَمينُهُ تَحكي الوِسادَ لِخَدِّهِ

وَيَسارُهُ فَوقَ الفُؤادِ الخافِقِ

وَيَسارُهُ فَوقَ الفُؤادِ الخافِقِ

So his right hand is like a pillow for his cheek,

Thus his right hand tells of the pillow to his cheek

And his left hand is above his beating heart.

While his left hand rests atop his pounding heart