وَإِنِّي لَأَلقاها فَيَنطِقُ طَرفُها

وَإِنِّي لَأَلقاها فَيَنطِقُ طَرفُها

لِطَرفي بِما يَخفي وَإِن لَم تَكَلَّمِ

لِطَرفي بِما يَخفي وَإِن لَم تَكَلَّمِ

And indeed I meet her, and her gaze speaks

Her eyes speak to mine of hidden passions

to mine of what it conceals, though she does not speak.

Though her lips never part in speech

وَتَبخَلُ عَنّي بِالسَّلامِ وَعَينُها

وَتَبخَلُ عَنّي بِالسَّلامِ وَعَينُها

تُشيرُ بِهِ نَحوي وَإِن لَم تُسَلِّمِ

تُشيرُ بِهِ نَحوي وَإِن لَم تُسَلِّمِ

And she withholds a greeting from me, while her eye

She denies me her greetings, yet her eyes

signals it toward me, though she does not greet me.

Gesture towards me, though no salutations pass

بِنَفسِيَ إِنسانٌ إِذا غابَ لَم أَزَل

بِنَفسِيَ إِنسانٌ إِذا غابَ لَم أَزَل

أَلاحِظُ عَينَيهِ بِعَينِ التَوَهُّمِ

أَلاحِظُ عَينَيهِ بِعَينِ التَوَهُّمِ

I would give my life for one: when he is absent, I never cease

When a loved one is gone, still I see

gazing at his eyes with the eye of imagination.

His eyes in mine, envisioned by my longing

سُرورٌ وَحُزنٌ فيهِ يَعتَوِرانني

سُرورٌ وَحُزنٌ فيهِ يَعتَوِرانني

فَأَقطَعُ يَومي بِالبُكا وَالتَّبَسُّمِ

فَأَقطَعُ يَومي بِالبُكا وَالتَّبَسُّمِ

Joy and sorrow over him visit me in turn,

Joy and sorrow stir within me

so I pass my day in weeping and smiling.

And I pass my days between tears and smiles