ماnot أومضflashed بارقٌlightning ولاnor هبblew نسيمa breeze
ما أومض بارقٌ ولا هب نسيم
إلاexcept وغداand became القلبthe heart منfrom الوجدpassionate longing يهيمwanders lovesick
إلا وغدا القلب من الوجد يهيم
No lightning flashes, nor does a breeze blow,
No lightning flashed, no breeze blew by,
But the heart grows distraught with passionate longing.
Without my heart being seized by yearning.
ياO عاذلreproacher قدindeed اطلتyou have prolonged فيin اللومblame فَدَعso leave
يا عاذل قد اطلت في اللوم فَدَع
شانيmy affairs وهمُand them فلستfor you are not بالوجدin passionate longing عليمversed
شاني وهمُ فلست بالوجد عليم
O reproacher, you have dwelt long on blame; so leave
Reproacher, you have blamed me long enough,
My affairs and them alone, for you are not versed in longing.
Leave me be, for I know not of passion.