يرى جسدي فيكم غرام ولوعةٌ

يرى جسدي فيكم غرام ولوعةٌ

إذا سكن الليل البهيم تثور

إذا سكن الليل البهيم تثور

My body sees in you passion and anguish,

My body sees in you passion and anguish

When the pitch-dark night grows still, it surges.

When the beastly night settles down in tumult

فلولا أنيني ما اهتدى نحو مضجعي

فلولا أنيني ما اهتدى نحو مضجعي

خيالكم بالليل حين يزور

خيالكم بالليل حين يزور

So, were it not for my moaning, it would not find its way toward my bed—

If it weren't for my moaning leading me to my bed

Your phantom, when it visits at night.

Your images would visit me at night

ولو شئت في طي الكتاب لزرتكم

ولو شئت في طي الكتاب لزرتكم

ولم تدر عني أحرف وسطور

ولم تدر عني أحرف وسطور

And had I wished, I would have visited you within the folds of the letter,

If I wanted, I could visit you between the folds of a letter

And letters and lines would not have known of me.

And you wouldn't know of letters and lines about me