يَكادُ يَطيرُ مِن شَوقٍ فُؤادي

يَكادُ يَطيرُ مِن شَوقٍ فُؤادي

وَلَكِن ما تُطاوِعُهُ الضُلوعُ

وَلَكِن ما تُطاوِعُهُ الضُلوعُ

My heart almost takes flight from longing,

My heart soars nearly takes flight from yearning

But my ribs will not yield to it.

But these ribs obey it not in its endeavour

كَأَنَّ الشَمسَ لَما غِبتَ غابَت

كَأَنَّ الشَمسَ لَما غِبتَ غابَت

عَنِ الدُنيا فَلَيسَ لَها طُلوعُ

عَنِ الدُنيا فَلَيسَ لَها طُلوعُ

As though the sun, when you went away, had vanished

As though when you departed, set, the sun

From the world, never to rise again.

And so rose never from the world again