كتبتُ والشوقُ يملي والهوى قَلَمٌ

كتبتُ والشوقُ يملي والهوى قَلَمٌ

وادمعي وَفؤادي الحبر والورقُ

وادمعي وَفؤادي الحبر والورقُ

I wrote while longing dictated and love was a pen;

I wrote while yearning dictated and love was the pen

and my tears and my heart were the ink and the paper.

My tears and my heart were the ink and paper

فانظر الى ما بِقَلبي في الصبابة من

فانظر الى ما بِقَلبي في الصبابة من

شَوقٍ اليك بِهِ قد سار ينطلقُ

شَوقٍ اليك بِهِ قد سار ينطلقُ

So behold what my heart holds in ardent love:

So look at what is in my heart in my youth

longing for you, which has gone forth through it.

A yearning for you with which it sets out

وان رأَيتَ سواداً فوقَ صفحيهِ

وان رأَيتَ سواداً فوقَ صفحيهِ

فَلَيسَ الّا لأَن القلب محترقُ

فَلَيسَ الّا لأَن القلب محترقُ

And if you see blackness upon its two sides,

And if you see blackness on top of its pages

it is only because the heart is charred.

It's only because my heart is scorched