آه من مَيَّةُ آهٍ ثم آه

آه من مَيَّةُ آهٍ ثم آه

وحَبيبٍ سَحرتني مُقلتاه

وحَبيبٍ سَحرتني مُقلتاه

Ah, for Mayya—ah, then ah!

Oh, the grief of a sigh, then more grief

And for a beloved whose eyes bewitched me.

And a lover whose glances have bewitched me

لو تَمنَّيتُ قُبيل الموت ماذا

لو تَمنَّيتُ قُبيل الموت ماذا

أتمنى قلت تقبيل ثراه

أتمنى قلت تقبيل ثراه

If I were to wish just before death, what

If I were asked, before death, what I wish for

would I wish for? I would say: to kiss his dust.

I would say, to kiss the dust of his grave

أتمنى الموت من مقلته

أتمنى الموت من مقلته

ما الذي يمنع أن أشتاق فاه

ما الذي يمنع أن أشتاق فاه

I wish for death from his eye.

I wish for death from his glances

What prevents me from longing for his mouth?

What prevents me from longing for his mouth

آه من مَيَّةُ آهٍ ثم آه

آه من مَيَّةُ آهٍ ثم آه

وحبيبٍ عزّني اليوم لقاه

وحبيبٍ عزّني اليوم لقاه

Ah, for Mayya—ah, then ah!

Oh, the grief of a sigh, then more grief

And for a beloved whom I could not meet today.

And a lover whose encounter has saddened me today