أُحِبُّكِ يا لَيلى مَحَبَّةَ عاشِقٍ

عَلَيهِ جَميعُ المُصعِباتِ تَهونُ

I love you, O Layla, with the love of an ardent lover

To whom all difficulties seem easy

أُحِبُّكِ حُبّاً لَو تُحِبّينَ مِثلَه

أَصابَكِ مِن وَجدٍ عَلَيَّ جُنونُ

I love you with a love, that if you loved like it

The passion that afflicted me would afflict you with madness

أَلا فَاِرحَمي صَبّاً كَئيباً مُعَذَّباً

حَريقُ الحَشا مُضنى الفُؤادِ حَزينُ

Oh, have mercy on a miserable, tortured youth

Whose heart is grieved, consumed by love's fire

قَتيلٌ مِنَ الأَشواقِ أَمّا نَهارُهُ

فَباكٍ وَأَمّا لَيلُهُ فَأَنينُ

Slain by passions - his day is weeping

And his night moaning

لَهُ عَبرَةٌ تَهمي وَنيرانُ قَلبُهُ

وَأَجفانُهُ تُذري الدُموعَ عُيونُ

He has tears that obsess me, and his heart has fires

And his eyelids pour tears from his eyes

فَيالَيتَ أَنَّ المَوتَ يَأتي مُعَجِّلاً

عَلى أَنَّ عِشقِ الغانِياتِ فُتونُ

Would that death came hastening

For love of singing girls is tempation