جفنٌ قريح وفتىً ناحلُ

جفنٌ قريح وفتىً ناحلُ

أرَّقَ عينيهِ هوىً قاتِلُ

أرَّقَ عينيهِ هوىً قاتِلُ

A sore eyelid and a wasted youth;

A slender youth with sleepy eyes,

A deadly passion has kept his eyes sleepless.

His passion set my glance afire,

عالجَ من وجدٍ بهِ عِشرةً

عالجَ من وجدٍ بهِ عِشرةً

يَيبسُ منها غصنُهُ الذابلُ

يَيبسُ منها غصنُهُ الذابلُ

He has struggled with an intimacy born of the longing within him;

He cured his lovesickness through my love,

His withered branch dries up from it.

Reviving branches once gone dry.

فبعضُهُ يبكي على بعضهِ

فبعضُهُ يبكي على بعضهِ

وفيه منه شغلٌ شاغلُ

وفيه منه شغلٌ شاغلُ

So one part of him weeps over another,

Each part laments another part,

And within him, from himself, is an all-consuming care.

Preoccupied, all-engrossing pain,

يا مدنفَ الأجفانِ صِل مُدنفاً

يا مدنفَ الأجفانِ صِل مُدنفاً

ضلَّ له المُسعد والعاذلُ

ضلَّ له المُسعد والعاذلُ

O languid-eyed one, grant union to a lovesick man,

Oh he who shuts his lids, show kindness to one who's shut them too,

Whose consoler and reproacher alike are at a loss.

Both blessed and rejected strayed from love's true course.