أَسعِدِ الوَجدَ بِدَمعٍ وَكَفا

أَسعِدِ الوَجدَ بِدَمعٍ وَكَفا

لا تَقُل لِلدَمعِ حَسبي وَكفى

لا تَقُل لِلدَمعِ حَسبي وَكفى

Aid longing with tears that stream.

Joy has brought tears that suffice,

Do not tell the tears, 'Enough for me; that suffices.'

Do not say to my tears "enough!"

لَستُ في دَمعي غَريقاً إِنَّما

لَستُ في دَمعي غَريقاً إِنَّما

جَسَدي خَفَّ ضَنىً حَتّى طَفا

جَسَدي خَفَّ ضَنىً حَتّى طَفا

I am not drowning in my tears; it is only that

I am not drowning in my tears, rather

my body grew light from wasting sickness until it floated.

My body has become frail from yearning until it floated.

جادَ غَيثُ الدَمعِ مِن بُعدِكَ في

جادَ غَيثُ الدَمعِ مِن بُعدِكَ في

مُقلَتي رَسمَ الكَرى حَتّى عَفا

مُقلَتي رَسمَ الكَرى حَتّى عَفا

The rain of tears from your absence drenched, in

The rain of tears poured from my eyelids after you,

my eye, the trace of sleep until it vanished.

Etching sorrows until they faded.

ذِكرُكَ الأَعطَرُ يُبكيني دَماً

ذِكرُكَ الأَعطَرُ يُبكيني دَماً

رُبَّ مِسكٍ بِشَذاهُ رَعَفا

رُبَّ مِسكٍ بِشَذاهُ رَعَفا

The most fragrant remembrance of you makes me weep blood.

Your fragrant memory makes me weep blood.

Many a musk has bled with its fragrance.

Many a gentle musk, its aroma caused to tremble.

لَستُ مَشغوفاً بِموسى إِنَّهُ

لَستُ مَشغوفاً بِموسى إِنَّهُ

لَيسَ لي قَلبٌ فَأَشكو الشَغَفا

لَيسَ لي قَلبٌ فَأَشكو الشَغَفا

I am not smitten with Musa, for

I am not obsessed with Musa, he

I have no heart with which to lament passion.

Does not have a heart for me to complain of passion to.

كُنتُ أَشكو في الهَوى وَاليَومَ قَد

كُنتُ أَشكو في الهَوى وَاليَومَ قَد

تُبتُ يَعفو اللَهُ عَمّا سَلَفا

تُبتُ يَعفو اللَهُ عَمّا سَلَفا

I used to complain in love, but today I have

I used to complain of love but today

repented; may God pardon what has passed.

I have repented, may God forgive what is past.