إنَّ المدامعَ والزَّفِيْر

إنَّ المدامعَ والزَّفِيْر

قد أَعْلَنَا ما في الضَّمِيْرْ

قد أَعْلَنَا ما في الضَّمِيْرْ

Indeed, tears and sighs

Tears and sighs

Have already proclaimed what is in the heart.

Have revealed what’s in my heart

فَعَلامَ أُخْفِي ظَاهِراً

فَعَلامَ أُخْفِي ظَاهِراً

سَقَمِي عليَّ به ظَهِيْرْ

سَقَمِي عليَّ به ظَهِيْرْ

So why should I conceal what is plain,

Why hide what’s apparent?

When my sickness is an ally against me in this?

My illness - my confidant

هَبْ لِي الرِّضَى من سَاخِطٍ

هَبْ لِي الرِّضَى من سَاخِطٍ

قَلْبِي بِساحَتِهِ الأسِيْرْ

قَلْبِي بِساحَتِهِ الأسِيْرْ

Grant me favor from one displeased,

Grant me the pleasure of one angry

In whose courtyard my heart is captive.

My heart - his captive