يا مَن يُسارِقُني النَظَر

يا مَن يُسارِقُني النَظَر

وَإِذا نَظَرتُ إِلَيهِ فَر

وَإِذا نَظَرتُ إِلَيهِ فَر

O one who steals glances at me,

O you who steals surreptitious glances at me,

And flees whenever I look at him.

Yet when I look at you, you turn and flee,

ما لي أَرى لَحظاتِ عَي

ما لي أَرى لَحظاتِ عَي

نِكَ عِندَنا لا تَستَقِر

نِكَ عِندَنا لا تَستَقِر

Why do I see the glances of your eye

Why do I see your shy eyes dart about,

Never settling in our presence?

Never lingering here with me?

إِن كُنتَ تَبخَلُ بِالكَلا

إِن كُنتَ تَبخَلُ بِالكَلا

مِ فَلا أَقَلَّ مِنَ النَظَر

مِ فَلا أَقَلَّ مِنَ النَظَر

If you are miserly with speech,

If words you spare, begrudging speech,

Then at least grant me a glance.

At least let your eyes linger within my reach,

جِسمي يَقولُ بِسُقمِهِ

جِسمي يَقولُ بِسُقمِهِ

عِندي مِنَ الحُبُّ الخَبَر

عِندي مِنَ الحُبُّ الخَبَر

My body says through its sickness:

My frail body confesses with its sickness,

“I have tidings of love.”

I am love's wounded wreck on the beach.