ياO خاطِراًstrutting one يَخطُرُstruts فيin تيهِهِhis pride
يا خاطِراً يَخطُرُ في تيهِهِ
ذِكرُكَremembrance of you مَوقوفٌfixed عَلىupon خاطِريmy mind
ذِكرُكَ مَوقوفٌ عَلى خاطِري
O strutting one, who struts in his pride,
Oh my heart wandering astray
Your remembrance is fixed in my mind.
Your memory etched upon my mind
اِنif لَمnot تَكُنyou are آثَرَdearer منthan ناظِريmy eye
اِن لَم تَكُن آثَرَ من ناظِري
عِنديto me فَلاthen may not مُتِّعتُI be granted enjoyment بِالناظِرِof the eye
عِندي فَلا مُتِّعتُ بِالناظِرِ
If you are not dearer than my eye
Were you no more than what meets my eye
To me, then may I never enjoy my sight.
No pleasures then would I find