أفىIs it on كلِّevery يومٍday ليfor me إلىat البَيْنِparting حَسرةٌa pang of grief
أفى كلِّ يومٍ لي إلى البَيْنِ حَسرةٌ
كأنّas though النوىseparation وَقْفٌan endowment علىَّfor me خُصوصُexclusively
كأنّ النوى وَقْفٌ علىَّ خُصوصُ
Must I feel grief at parting every day,
Every day my longing for the beloved grows
As though separation were an endowment reserved for me alone?
As if fate has destined me specifically for this
نَأَواthey went far away والأسىand sorrow يُجرىmakes flow غُروبَtorrents مَدامِعيmy tears
نَأَوا والأسى يُجرى غُروبَ مَدامِعي
علىover الخدthe cheek حتىuntil كدتI almost فيهin it أغوصI sink
على الخد حتى كدت فيه أغوص
They went far away, and sorrow pours torrents of my tears
We grew distant, and grief makes my tears flow
Down my cheek, till I almost sink in their flood.
Down my cheek, almost drowning me in it
ألومI blame غرابthe raven البينof parting يومَon the day فراقهمof their departure
ألوم غراب البين يومَ فراقهم
وماand not هوit إلاexcept مركبٌa ship وقَلوصand a young she-camel
وما هو إلا مركبٌ وقَلوص
I blame the raven of parting on the day of their departure,
I blame the raven of separation on the day we parted
Yet it is only a ship and a young she-camel.
Yet it is but a vehicle, a carrier
نَعمْyes فيin اسْتراقstealing القلبِthe heart باللَّحْظِwith a glance دُرْبةٌskill
نَعمْ في اسْتراق القلبِ باللَّحْظِ دُرْبةٌ
فواso, oh عَجباwhat a wonder حتىeven العيونُthe eyes لصوصthieves
فوا عَجبا حتى العيونُ لصوص
Yes, there is skill in stealing the heart with a glance—
Verily, in stealing a glimpse of the heart there is a path
So, what a wonder—even eyes are thieves!
So astonishing! Even eyes can be thieves!