سَتَذْكرُني يومًا، فتذكرنا معًا

سَتَذْكرُني يومًا، فتذكرنا معًا

بجِسْميْنِ فِي رُوحٍ، وروحَيْنِ في جَسَدْ

بجِسْميْنِ فِي رُوحٍ، وروحَيْنِ في جَسَدْ

One day you will remember me, then remember us together:

One day you will remember me, and we will reminisce together,

As two bodies in one soul, and two souls in one body.

With two souls in one spirit, and two spirits in one body.

ستَلْمَحُ عن بُعْدٍ حُنُوِّيَ رَاكِعًا

ستَلْمَحُ عن بُعْدٍ حُنُوِّيَ رَاكِعًا

يُنَاجِيكَ مَكْسُورَ الجَنَاحَيْنِ والجَلَدْ

يُنَاجِيكَ مَكْسُورَ الجَنَاحَيْنِ والجَلَدْ

You will glimpse from afar my tenderness kneeling,

From afar, you will see me kneeling, broken-winged,

Whispering to you, its wings and fortitude broken.

Pleading to you, peeled of skin.

سَتَلْمَحُ عَينِي والغَرامُ يَقُودُهَا

سَتَلْمَحُ عَينِي والغَرامُ يَقُودُهَا

إِليكَ وَفِي طيَّاتِهَا مَدمَعِي انْعَقَدْ

إِليكَ وَفِي طيَّاتِهَا مَدمَعِي انْعَقَدْ

You will glimpse my eye, with passion guiding it

You will see my eyes, led by passion towards you,

Toward you, while in its folds my tears have gathered.

With my tears solidified inside them.

وَكَفَّيْنِ كَمْ كَانَا إِطَارَكَ فِي الهَوَى

وَكَفَّيْنِ كَمْ كَانَا إِطَارَكَ فِي الهَوَى

وَزَنْدَيْنِ كَمْ كَانَا لِرَأْسِكَ مُسْتَنَدْ

وَزَنْدَيْنِ كَمْ كَانَا لِرَأْسِكَ مُسْتَنَدْ

And two palms—how often they framed you in love,

How my hands once framed you in love,

And two forearms—how often they were a rest for your head.

And my arms once supported your head.

سَتَذْكُرُ قُبْلَاتِي وَدَمْعِي وَلَهْفَتِي

سَتَذْكُرُ قُبْلَاتِي وَدَمْعِي وَلَهْفَتِي

وَحُلْوَ ابْتِسَامَاتٍ يُمَازِجُهَا الكَمَدْ

وَحُلْوَ ابْتِسَامَاتٍ يُمَازِجُهَا الكَمَدْ

You will remember my kisses, my tears, and my longing,

You will remember my kisses, my tears, my fervor,

And the sweetness of smiles mingled with grief,

And the sweetness of smiles tempered by sadness.

وَجُملَةَ أَلْفَاظٍ تَعَشَّقْتَ سَمْعَهَا

وَجُملَةَ أَلْفَاظٍ تَعَشَّقْتَ سَمْعَهَا

وَقَبْلِيَ لَمْ يُسْرِرْ إِلَيْكَ بِهَا أَحَدْ

وَقَبْلِيَ لَمْ يُسْرِرْ إِلَيْكَ بِهَا أَحَدْ

And a string of words you adored hearing,

And phrases you adored to hear,

And before me, no one had whispered them to you.

That none before brought you such delight.