خُذُواtake بَقيَّةthe remainder of نَفْسيmy soul وامْحَقُواand obliterate الأثراthe trace
خُذُوا بَقيَّة نَفْسي وامْحَقُوا الأثرا
حَسْبيenough for me رِضاكُمyour approval ودَعْand leave aside مَنْwhoever لامَblamed أوْor عَذَراexcused
حَسْبي رِضاكُم ودَعْ مَنْ لامَ أوْ عَذَرا
Take what remains of my soul and erase all trace.
Take the rest of my soul and wipe away all trace
Your approval is enough for me; leave aside whoever blames or excuses me.
Your pleasure is enough for me, leave those who blame or make excuses
ياO نازِحينَdistant ones وآمالِيْand my hopes تُقَرِّبُهُمْbring them near
يا نازِحينَ وآمالِيْ تُقَرِّبُهُمْ
فَماfor ... not اخْتَفَىvanished حُسْنُهمtheir beauty عَنيfrom me ولاnor اسْتَتَراwas concealed
فَما اخْتَفَى حُسْنُهم عَني ولا اسْتَتَرا
O distant ones, whom my hopes draw near,
O you who move away, though my hopes bring you near
For their beauty has neither vanished from me nor been concealed.
Their beauty has not hidden from me, nor concealed at all
مالِيْwhat ails me أراكُمI see you تُوالُونيyou befriend me مُقاطَعةًwith estrangement
مالِيْ أراكُم تُوالُوني مُقاطَعةً
هَبْنيsuppose that I أسأْتُI did wrong فَهاso here قَدْindeed جِئْتُI have come مُعْتَذِراapologizing
هَبْني أسأْتُ فَها قَدْ جِئْتُ مُعْتَذِرا
Why do I see you befriending me with estrangement?
Why do you shun me, cutting me off?
Suppose I have done wrong—here I have come to apologize.
I have done wrong, so here I come to apologize
أناI المُحِبُّthe lover المُعَنَّىthe tormented فارْحَمُواso have mercy on وَلَهِيmy lovesick anguish
أنا المُحِبُّ المُعَنَّى فارْحَمُوا وَلَهِي
ورَدِّدواand repeat فيat ضَناthe wasting of جُثْمانِيَmy body النَّظَراthe gaze
ورَدِّدوا في ضَنا جُثْمانِيَ النَّظَرا
I am the tormented lover, so have mercy on my lovesick anguish.
I am the loving, tormented one, so have mercy and let me
And gaze again and again at my wasted body.
Rove again, gazing on your gathered bodies
تَرَواyou will see كَئيباًa sorrowful man حُلاهُhis traits فيin الهَوىlove اشْتَهرَتْbecame renowned
تَرَوا كَئيباً حُلاهُ في الهَوى اشْتَهرَتْ
ياO وَيْحَalas for مَنْthe one who بِحُلاهfor his traits فيin الهَوىlove اشْتَهَراbecame renowned
يا وَيْحَ مَنْ بِحُلاه في الهَوى اشْتَهَرا
You will see a sorrowful man whose traits have become renowned in love.
You see me, gloomy, renowned in love for my garb
Alas for one renowned in love for his traits!
Oh woe to those renowned for their garb of love