مِن جفنك إِن سُلَّ عَلى العاشِق سَيف

مِن جفنك إِن سُلَّ عَلى العاشِق سَيف

لَم يُخشَ عَلَيهِ وإنِ اِستُهلِكَ حَيف

لَم يُخشَ عَلَيهِ وإنِ اِستُهلِكَ حَيف

If a sword is drawn from your eyelid against the lover,

If from your eyelid a sword is unsheathed against the lover,

No injustice is feared for him, even if he is slain.

He will not fear it even if injustice consumes him.

من عشقك إِذ ضاق فؤادي خَجَلي

من عشقك إِذ ضاق فؤادي خَجَلي

بَيتٌ خَربٌ ضاقَ عَلى أَكرَم ضَيف

بَيتٌ خَربٌ ضاقَ عَلى أَكرَم ضَيف

My shame is that my heart grew cramped with love for you—

For love of you, when my heart was constricted with shame,

A ruined house, too cramped for the noblest guest.

A ruined house was too narrow for the most generous guest.