اللَبين يا لَيلى جَمالك تُرحل

اللَبين يا لَيلى جَمالك تُرحل

لِيَقطَع مِنّا البَين ما كانَ يؤصل

لِيَقطَع مِنّا البَين ما كانَ يؤصل

Is it for parting, Layla, that your camels are being saddled,

The night draws on, O Layla, your beauty departs

so that parting may sever what had taken root between us?

To sever us, though once we were entwined

تَعللنا بِالوَعدِ لَيلى وَتَنثَني

تَعللنا بِالوَعدِ لَيلى وَتَنثَني

بِمَوعودِها حَتّى يَموتُ المعلل

بِمَوعودِها حَتّى يَموتُ المعلل

Layla keeps us hoping with promises, then turns away,

With promises you tempt and tantalize

taking what she promised with her, until the one kept hoping dies.

Till hopes once cherished in our hearts decline