بِأَبي غَزالٌ نامَ عَن وَصبي بِهِ

بِأَبي غَزالٌ نامَ عَن وَصبي بِهِ

وَمُراقُ دَمعي بِالنَوى وَصَبيبِهِ

وَمُراقُ دَمعي بِالنَوى وَصَبيبِهِ

May my father be ransom for a gazelle who sleeps, heedless of my suffering for him,

By my father a gazelle slept away from her fawn

And of my tears shed through separation and their streaming.

And my streaming tears at the ruins and their downpour

يا لَيتَهُ يَرثي عَلى وَلَهي بِهِ

يا لَيتَهُ يَرثي عَلى وَلَهي بِهِ

لِغَرامِ قَلبي في الهَوى وَلَهيبِهِ

لِغَرامِ قَلبي في الهَوى وَلَهيبِهِ

Oh, would that he took pity on my lovesick yearning for him,

Would that he lament over my infatuation with it

On my heart’s ardor in love and its flame.

For the love of my heart in passion and its blaze