مِنَ العَينِ واقِفَة دَمعَة

فَلا هِيَ تَجِفُّ وَلا تَقطُرُ

A teardrop stands still in the eye

Neither drying up nor dripping down

وَمِن تَحتِ أَحشائِها لَوعَة

إِلَيكَ عَلى كَبِدي تَزفُرُ

And underneath it a heartache

Sighing deeply inside me because of you

فَيا رامِيا في حَشا نَفسِهُ

بِسَهمِ الفراقِ وَما يَشعُرُ

Oh you who pierces your own soul

With the arrow of parting without realizing

بِبَغدادَ تَترُكُ مَن قَد هَوَي

تُ وَأَنتَ غَداً مُزمِع مُبكِرُ

You leave behind in Baghdad one who adored you

And tomorrow you will set out early

فَكُلٌّ لِكُلِّكَ مِنهُ مُدا

مٌ وَكُلُّكَ مِن كُلِّهِ يَسكَرُ

Each pining for the other

And every one of you drunk with love for the other