أَنا الفِداءُ لِظَبيٍ ما اِعتَرَضتُ لَهُ

أَنا الفِداءُ لِظَبيٍ ما اِعتَرَضتُ لَهُ

إِلّا وَهَتَّكَ شَوقاً لي أُسَتِّرُهُ

إِلّا وَهَتَّكَ شَوقاً لي أُسَتِّرُهُ

I would give my life for a gazelle; never did I cross his path

I am the sacrifice for a gazelle that whenever I encountered

without his laying bare a longing of mine I kept concealed.

He kindled a yearning in me I conceal

لا حَظتُهُ وَالنَوى تَدمى مَلاحِظُه

لا حَظتُهُ وَالنَوى تَدمى مَلاحِظُه

بِعارِضٍ مِن رَشاشِ الدَمعِ يُمطِرُهُ

بِعارِضٍ مِن رَشاشِ الدَمعِ يُمطِرُهُ

I gazed at him, while separation made his eyes bleed

I did not notice him while the intention bleeds from his glances

with a cloud of spraying tears that rained upon him.

With a glance from the sprinkling of tears that rains on him

ما اِنفَكَّ مِن نَفَسٍ لِلوَجدِ يَكتُمُهُ

ما اِنفَكَّ مِن نَفَسٍ لِلوَجدِ يَكتُمُهُ

تَحتَ الضُلوعِ وَمِن دَمعٍ يُوَفِّرُهُ

تَحتَ الضُلوعِ وَمِن دَمعٍ يُوَفِّرُهُ

He was never free of a sigh of longing he stifled

He did not cease from a soul that suppressed its passion

beneath his ribs, nor of tears he stored up.

Under the ribs and from plentiful tears it lavishes on him

أَهوى إِلَيَّ يَداً عَقدُ العِناقِ بِها

أَهوى إِلَيَّ يَداً عَقدُ العِناقِ بِها

وَالبَينُ يَعذُلُهُ وَالحُبُّ يَعذِرُهُ

وَالبَينُ يَعذُلُهُ وَالحُبُّ يَعذِرُهُ

He reached a hand toward me, with which our embrace was bound,

He extended a hand to me, the pact of embrace in it

while parting reproached him and love excused him.

While separation blames him and love excuses him

وَقالَ تَذكُرُ هَذا بَعدَ فُرقَتِنا

وَقالَ تَذكُرُ هَذا بَعدَ فُرقَتِنا

فَقُلتُ ما كُنتُ أَنساهُ فَأَذكُرُهُ

فَقُلتُ ما كُنتُ أَنساهُ فَأَذكُرُهُ

And he said, 'Will you remember this after we part?'

And he said "Remember this after our separation"

So I said, 'I never forgot it, that I should need to recall it.'

So I said "I would not forget it to remember it"