يا صَبْوَ حُبِّكَ في الأَحْشَاءِ قّدْ قَدَحَا

يا صَبْوَ حُبِّكَ في الأَحْشَاءِ قّدْ قَدَحَا

وحَلَّ مُسْتَوْطِناً فِيْها فَمَا بَرِحَا

وحَلَّ مُسْتَوْطِناً فِيْها فَمَا بَرِحَا

O amorous youth, love of you has struck a spark within my entrails,

O morning breeze, your love has kindled a fire in my heart

And settled there, making its home, and never left.

And taken up residence there, never to depart

أَشْكُو إِلَيْكَ جُفُوناً ما يَجِفُّ لَهَا

أَشْكُو إِلَيْكَ جُفُوناً ما يَجِفُّ لَهَا

غَرْبٌ يَسِيْحُ وما قِيْهِنَّ قَدْ قَرِحَا

غَرْبٌ يَسِيْحُ وما قِيْهِنَّ قَدْ قَرِحَا

I complain to you of eyelids whose tears never dry—

I complain to you of eyelids that never close

A flowing stream—and whose inner corners have grown sore;

Afflicted by insomnia, their soreness grows

وهَيْكَلاً ناحِلاً أَوْدَى السَّقامُ بِهِ

وهَيْكَلاً ناحِلاً أَوْدَى السَّقامُ بِهِ

فَلَمْ يَدَعْ مِنْهُ إلاَّ الرْسْمَ والشَّحَا

فَلَمْ يَدَعْ مِنْهُ إلاَّ الرْسْمَ والشَّحَا

And of an emaciated frame that sickness has laid waste,

And a frail, emaciated body, made ill by disease

Leaving nothing of it but its outline and mouth.

Leaving nothing of it but shadow and want

فلو يَكُونُ بإحدى كِفَّتَيْنِ وَلاَ

فلو يَكُونُ بإحدى كِفَّتَيْنِ وَلاَ

شيْءَ يُوَزِيْهِ في الأُخرى لَمَا رَجَحَا

شيْءَ يُوَزِيْهِ في الأُخرى لَمَا رَجَحَا

Were it in one of two scale-pans, with no

If one of my hands held nothing

Counterweight in the other, it would not tip the balance.

And the other no counterweight, they would not sway