يُعلّلني بِذكراهُ عَذولي

يُعلّلني بِذكراهُ عَذولي

وَيَحمِلُني عَلى وجدٍ جديدِ

وَيَحمِلُني عَلى وجدٍ جديدِ

My reproacher consoles me with remembrance of him,

His memories justify my withdrawal

And drives me to fresh longing.

And drive me to new fervor

فَنارُ الودِّ منّي كلّ حينٍ

فَنارُ الودِّ منّي كلّ حينٍ

تَقولُ لِعذلهِ هَل مِن مزيدِ

تَقولُ لِعذلهِ هَل مِن مزيدِ

So the fire of love within me, at every moment,

The flames of love within me every moment

Says to his reproach, "Is there any more?"

Say to his aloofness, is there more?