تَشَكّى المُحِبّونَ الصَبابَةَ لَيتَني

تَشَكّى المُحِبّونَ الصَبابَةَ لَيتَني

تَحَمَّلتُ ما يَلقَونَ مِن بَينِهِم وَحدي

تَحَمَّلتُ ما يَلقَونَ مِن بَينِهِم وَحدي

Lovers have complained of yearning; would that I

The lovers complain of sleeplessness—if only

alone among them had borne what they endure,

I alone could bear what comes between them!

وَكانَت لِنَفسي لَذَّةُ الحُبِّ كُلُّها

وَكانَت لِنَفسي لَذَّةُ الحُبِّ كُلُّها

فَلَم يَلقَها قَبلي مُحِبٌّ وَلا بَعدي

فَلَم يَلقَها قَبلي مُحِبٌّ وَلا بَعدي

and all the pleasure of love had been mine,

My soul knew the bliss of love entire,

so no lover had known it before me, nor would any after me.

No lover before or after ever grasped it.