هَذِهِ مِنديلُ كُمّي كُمّي

هَذِهِ مِنديلُ كُمّي كُمّي

خَفِيَت عَن كُلِّ وَهمِ

خَفِيَت عَن كُلِّ وَهمِ

This is my sleeve’s handkerchief—my sleeve’s.

This handkerchief I twist and turn

It was hidden from every imagining,

Hidden from all cares and concern

حينَ أَعداها اِشتِياقي

حينَ أَعداها اِشتِياقي

لَكَ يا مَن لا أُسَمّي

لَكَ يا مَن لا أُسَمّي

when my longing infected it—

When longing for you stirs my yearning

for you, O you whom I do not name.

O you whom I do not name or discern

لا تَسَلني كَيفَ حالي

لا تَسَلني كَيفَ حالي

فَهِيَ تَحكي لَكَ سُقمي

فَهِيَ تَحكي لَكَ سُقمي

Do not ask me how I fare,

Ask me not how I've been faring

for it tells you of my illness.

It speaks to you of my despairing

وَرَدَت أَمواهُ دَمعي

وَرَدَت أَمواهُ دَمعي

وَرَأَت نيرانَ جِسمي

وَرَأَت نيرانَ جِسمي

The waters of my tears arrived,

My tears have flowed in streams

and saw the fires of my body.

And seen the fires within me gleam