يا مُرهِبي دونَ سُلطانٍ يَصولُ بِهِ

يا مُرهِبي دونَ سُلطانٍ يَصولُ بِهِ

وَمُخجِلي دونَ ذَنبٍ لا وَلا زَلَلِ

وَمُخجِلي دونَ ذَنبٍ لا وَلا زَلَلِ

O you who terrify me without power to assail me,

O you who terrorize without power raging in you,

And shame me without a sin—no, nor a slip—

And dishonor me without fault, no, never once,

إِلّا هَوىً رَدَّ حَقّي عِندَ باطِلِهِ

إِلّا هَوىً رَدَّ حَقّي عِندَ باطِلِهِ

حَتّى يَرى الظُلمُ لي مِنهُ يَداً قِبَلي

حَتّى يَرى الظُلمُ لي مِنهُ يَداً قِبَلي

Save a love that set aside my right before his falsehood,

Except for passion that made my right seem wrong in his eyes

Until injustice itself regards his treatment of me as a favor toward me.

Until oppression looks to me from him as a helpful hand extended to me

إِن جُدتَ لي فَبِحَقٍّ أَو بَخِلتَ فَما

إِن جُدتَ لي فَبِحَقٍّ أَو بَخِلتَ فَما

أَكونُ أَوَّلَ صَبٍّ ماتَ عَن أَمَلِ

أَكونُ أَوَّلَ صَبٍّ ماتَ عَن أَمَلِ

If you give generously to me, it is my due; or if you withhold, I shall not

Whether you are generous or stingy does not matter

Be the first lovesick lover to die with hope unfulfilled.

For I will not be the first love-sick youth to die of hopelessness

مَتى تَرى مِنكَ نَفسي ما تُؤَمِّلُهُ

مَتى تَرى مِنكَ نَفسي ما تُؤَمِّلُهُ

وَحاجَتي فيكَ بَينَ اليَأسِ وَالأَمَلِ

وَحاجَتي فيكَ بَينَ اليَأسِ وَالأَمَلِ

When will my soul see from you what it hopes for,

When will I see in you what my soul hopes for

While my need for you lies between despair and hope?

And my need in you between despair and hope