ما أَحسِبُ ذاكَ جُؤذُرَ القنَّاصِ

ما أَحسِبُ ذاكَ جُؤذُرَ القنَّاصِ

في لَفتَتِهِ ودُرَّةَ الغَوَّاصِ

في لَفتَتِهِ ودُرَّةَ الغَوَّاصِ

I do not think that one—the hunter's young antelope

I do not think that hunter of the valley,

in his turning glance, and the diver's pearl—

Wrapped in his cloak and pearl diver,

يَستَحسِنُ لي هَجراً ولا يُضمِرهُ

يَستَحسِنُ لي هَجراً ولا يُضمِرهُ

لو شاهَدَ ما عِندي مِنَ الإِخلاصِ

لو شاهَدَ ما عِندي مِنَ الإِخلاصِ

would approve of forsaking me or secretly intend it,

Approves of my estrangement, though he feigns it,

if he saw the sincere devotion within me.

Did he but see my heart's unfeigned sadness.