وعينٍ قذاها الدمعُ والنومُ دمعُها

وعينٍ قذاها الدمعُ والنومُ دمعُها

ترى نومها في أيٍّ عينٍ بها يجري

ترى نومها في أيٍّ عينٍ بها يجري

And an eye whose mote is tears, whose tears are sleep,

And eyes whose tears and sleep have tired,

sees in which eye its sleep flows.

Their sleep is seen in which eyes that weep?

خبَت ما خنَت من شدةِ الشوقِ والبُكا

خبَت ما خنَت من شدةِ الشوقِ والبُكا

على نفسِها والنفسِ والقلب والصدرِ

على نفسِها والنفسِ والقلب والصدرِ

It grew dim, without railing, from intense longing and weeping

How it wept with longing and crying's force,

over itself, the soul, the heart, and the breast.

Upon itself, the self, the heart and breast.

بكت عبرةً ثم امترت جَفنها دماً

بكت عبرةً ثم امترت جَفنها دماً

جرى طاعةً للوجدِ والنومِ والصبرِ

جرى طاعةً للوجدِ والنومِ والصبرِ

It wept a tear, then milked blood from its eyelid,

It wept with sadness, then its lids flowed blood,

which flowed in obedience to love’s anguish, sleep, and patience.

Obeying ardour, sleep, and patience's behest.

عدمتُكِ عيناً طال عتبي بما جَنَت

عدمتُكِ عيناً طال عتبي بما جَنَت

على نفسِها ما دُمتُ حياً على الدهرِ

على نفسِها ما دُمتُ حياً على الدهرِ

May I lose you, O eye! Long has my reproach endured for what it wrought

I blame your eyes for all the wrong they wrought

upon itself, for all the time that I remain alive.

Upon themselves while I live through the ages.