لَكِ العَهدُ عَهدُ اللَهِ أَلّا يزال لي

لَكِ العَهدُ عَهدُ اللَهِ أَلّا يزال لي

بِذِكراكِ أَو أَلقى المَنِيَّةَ شاغِلُ

بِذِكراكِ أَو أَلقى المَنِيَّةَ شاغِلُ

I pledge to you, by God's covenant, that I shall always have

To you I pledge, a pledge of God that shall not cease

the remembrance of you to occupy me, until I meet death.

As long as I live, or meet my final breath

لِقَلبِيَ مِن ذِكراكِ في كُلِّ خَطرَةٍ

لِقَلبِيَ مِن ذِكراكِ في كُلِّ خَطرَةٍ

تَلَهُّبُ شَوقٍ إِن عَدا لِيَ قاتِلُ

تَلَهُّبُ شَوقٍ إِن عَدا لِيَ قاتِلُ

With every passing thought of you, my heart feels

My heart is filled with thoughts of you at every peril

a blaze of longing that, should it assail me, would kill me.

If absent from me, longing burns like glowing embers

لَبِستُ نُحولاً لَو تَلَبَّس بِالصَفا

لَبِستُ نُحولاً لَو تَلَبَّس بِالصَفا

لِأَصبَحَ مِنهُ صَلدُهُ وَهوَ ناحِلُ

لِأَصبَحَ مِنهُ صَلدُهُ وَهوَ ناحِلُ

I have donned such gauntness that, were it to take hold of rock,

If clothed with leanness, it would don Safa's stones

its solid mass would be left emaciated by it.

And from it hardness flows, no longer plump or full

لَعَلَّكِ إِن أَمسَيتُ رَهنَ حَفيرَةٍ

لَعَلَّكِ إِن أَمسَيتُ رَهنَ حَفيرَةٍ

تَقولينَ جادَتهُ الغُيوثُ الهَواطِلُ

تَقولينَ جادَتهُ الغُيوثُ الهَواطِلُ

Perhaps, if I become a captive of a little grave,

Perhaps if interred inside a grave one eve

you will say, 'May the pouring rains water him abundantly.'

You'd say the heavy rains had freed me from its pit