اُنْظُرْ وإِنْ كانَ حَتفي منكَ في النَّظَرِ

اُنْظُرْ وإِنْ كانَ حَتفي منكَ في النَّظَرِ

تَنْظُرْ إِلى شَبَحٍ أَخْفى مِنَ الفِكرِ

تَنْظُرْ إِلى شَبَحٍ أَخْفى مِنَ الفِكرِ

Look, even if my death at your hands lies in your gaze;

Look, for if my demise comes from your gaze,

you will see a phantom more elusive than thought.

You look upon a phantom more obscure than thought.

يا منْ لَواحِظُهُ أَمْضى إِذا لَحَظتْ

يا منْ لَواحِظُهُ أَمْضى إِذا لَحَظتْ

مِن الصَّوارِم بلْ أَمْضى مِن القَدَرِ

مِن الصَّوارِم بلْ أَمْضى مِن القَدَرِ

O you whose glances, when cast, are sharper

O you whose glances, when you glance, surpass

than keen-edged swords—nay, sharper than fate.

The blades - nay, surpass fate - in lethality!

يَكفيكَ ما أَبْقتِ الأَسْقامُ من بَدَنٍ

يَكفيكَ ما أَبْقتِ الأَسْقامُ من بَدَنٍ

لَمْ يُبْقِ جَوْرُ الهَوى فيهِ ولَمْ يَذَرِ

لَمْ يُبْقِ جَوْرُ الهَوى فيهِ ولَمْ يَذَرِ

Enough for you is what illnesses have left of a body

What sickness has left of my body suffices you -

in which love's tyranny has spared nothing and left nothing.

Passion's tyranny left naught therein or spared.

ما عَرَّسَ الوَجْدُ بي في رَبْعِ لَوْعَتِهِ

ما عَرَّسَ الوَجْدُ بي في رَبْعِ لَوْعَتِهِ

إِلا رَأَيْتُ بِهِ دَمعي عَلى سَفَرِ

إِلا رَأَيْتُ بِهِ دَمعي عَلى سَفَرِ

Passion has never camped with me in the abode of its anguish

What passion settled in a quarter of its pain

without my seeing my tears on a journey because of it.

I saw my tears upon it during travel.

إِنِّي لَأُخْفي اشْتِياقي وهْوَ مُشْتَهِرٌ

إِنِّي لَأُخْفي اشْتِياقي وهْوَ مُشْتَهِرٌ

مِنْ أَينَ يخفى ودَمْعي صَاحِبُ الخَبَرِ

مِنْ أَينَ يخفى ودَمْعي صَاحِبُ الخَبَرِ

Indeed, I conceal my longing, yet it is well known;

Though I conceal my yearning, it's celebrated -

how can it be hidden, when my tears bear the news?

How can it be concealed, when my tears tell the tale?