كَتَبْتُ إِلَيْكُمُ بِيَدِ الدُّموعِ

كَتَبْتُ إِلَيْكُمُ بِيَدِ الدُّموعِ

وَما أَمْلى سِوى قَلْبي المَرُوعِ

وَما أَمْلى سِوى قَلْبي المَرُوعِ

I wrote to you with the hand of tears,

I wrote to you with tears as my pen

and none but my terror-stricken heart dictated.

And my heart dictated nothing but sorrow

أَرى آثارَكُمْ فَأَذُوبُ شَوقاً

أَرى آثارَكُمْ فَأَذُوبُ شَوقاً

وَأَسْكُبُ في مَوَاطِنِكُمْ دُمُوعي

وَأَسْكُبُ في مَوَاطِنِكُمْ دُمُوعي

I see your traces and melt with longing,

I see your traces and melt with yearning

and pour out my tears in your dwelling places.

I pour my tears where you once were

وأَسْأَلُ مَنْ بِبَيْنِكُمُ رَمَاني

وأَسْأَلُ مَنْ بِبَيْنِكُمُ رَمَاني

يَمُنُّ عَلَيَّ مِنْكُمْ بِالرُّجُوعِ

يَمُنُّ عَلَيَّ مِنْكُمْ بِالرُّجُوعِ

And I ask the one who struck me with separation from you

And ask whoever of you abandoned me

to favor me with your return.

To show me mercy and return