أَيا لَيلُ بَكّى لي بِعَينَيكِ رَحمَةً

أَيا لَيلُ بَكّى لي بِعَينَيكِ رَحمَةً

مِنَ الوَجدِ مِمّا تَعلَمينَ وَأَعلَمُ

مِنَ الوَجدِ مِمّا تَعلَمينَ وَأَعلَمُ

O Layl, weep for me with your own eyes, in pity—

O Layla, weep for me with your eyes, in pity,

for one whose lovesick anguish comes from what you know and I know.

for the anguish of love that you and I both know.

أَلَيسَ عَجيباً أَن نَكونَ بِبَلدَةٍ

أَلَيسَ عَجيباً أَن نَكونَ بِبَلدَةٍ

كِلانا بِها يَشقى وَلا نَتَكَلَّمُ

كِلانا بِها يَشقى وَلا نَتَكَلَّمُ

Is it not strange that we should dwell in the same town,

Is it not strange that we should be in one town,

both of us suffering there, yet never speaking?

both suffering there, yet we do not speak?

لَإِن كانَ ما أَلقى مِنَ الحُبِّ أَنَّني

لَإِن كانَ ما أَلقى مِنَ الحُبِّ أَنَّني

بِهِ كَلِفٌ جَمُّ الصَبابَةِ مُغرَمُ

بِهِ كَلِفٌ جَمُّ الصَبابَةِ مُغرَمُ

If indeed what I suffer from love is that I am

If indeed what I endure of love is that I am

infatuated with it, brimming with yearning, enamored,

enthralled by it, full of yearning, consumed by passion,

لَعَلَّكِ أَن تَرثي لِعَبدٍ مُتَيَّمٍ

لَعَلَّكِ أَن تَرثي لِعَبدٍ مُتَيَّمٍ

فَمِثلُكِ يا لَيلى يَرِقُّ وَيَرحَمُ

فَمِثلُكِ يا لَيلى يَرِقُّ وَيَرحَمُ

perhaps you will pity a servant enslaved by love;

perhaps you will pity a servant enslaved by love,

for one like you, O Layla, grows tender and shows mercy.

for one like you, O Layla, is tender and merciful.

بَكى لِيَ يا لَيلى الضَميرُ وَإِنَّهُ

بَكى لِيَ يا لَيلى الضَميرُ وَإِنَّهُ

لَيَبكي بِما يَلقى الفُؤادُ وَيَعلَمُ

لَيَبكي بِما يَلقى الفُؤادُ وَيَعلَمُ

My inmost self wept for me, O Layla; indeed it

My inmost self wept for me, O Layla, and indeed it

surely weeps over what the heart endures and knows.

surely weeps for what the heart endures and knows.