حَسبي بِحبك في الغَرام نُحولا

حَسبي بِحبك في الغَرام نُحولا

وَمَدامِعاً فَوقَ الخُدود سُيولا

وَمَدامِعاً فَوقَ الخُدود سُيولا

Enough for me is wasting away in my passion for you,

My love for you suffices me in passion's way

And tears flowing in torrents over my cheeks.

With tears flowing down my cheeks in streams

سَل عَن لَيال بِالجَوى قَضّيتُها

سَل عَن لَيال بِالجَوى قَضّيتُها

وَقَد اتخذت بِها السهادَ خَليلا

وَقَد اتخذت بِها السهادَ خَليلا

Ask about the nights I spent in love’s anguish,

Ask about the nights I spent consumed with love's fire

And during them I had taken sleeplessness as a close companion.

For I made the pillow my confidant and friend

نعم السهاد فَلو أَلم بي الكَرى

نعم السهاد فَلو أَلم بي الكَرى

لَرَأَيت مَع طَيف الخَيال عَذولا

لَرَأَيت مَع طَيف الخَيال عَذولا

How fine is sleeplessness! For if slumber came upon me,

A good confidant it was, for if sorrow pained me

I would see a reproacher beside the phantom of imagination.

With my imagination I would see a compassionate companion