بكى عاذلي مِن رَحمةٍ فرحمتُهُ

بكى عاذلي مِن رَحمةٍ فرحمتُهُ

وكَم مُسعدٍ لي في الهَوى ومُعينِ

وكَم مُسعدٍ لي في الهَوى ومُعينِ

My reproacher wept out of pity, so I pitied him.

My blamer wept in pity, so I took pity on him,

And how many a sympathizer and helper I have in love!

Though many joyous ones I have in passion, and helpers,

ورقَّت دموعُ العينِ حتَّى كأنَّها

ورقَّت دموعُ العينِ حتَّى كأنَّها

دموعُ دموعي لا دموعُ جُفوني

دموعُ دموعي لا دموعُ جُفوني

And the eye’s tears grew so tender that they seemed

And the tears of my eyes flowed until it was as if

The tears of my tears, not the tears of my eyelids.

They were the tears of my tears, not the tears of my eyelids.