أَمسَيتُ في سُبُلِ الهَوى مُتَحَيِّراً

أَمسَيتُ في سُبُلِ الهَوى مُتَحَيِّراً

ما بَينَ وَعرِ أَسىً وَحَزنِ شُجونِ

ما بَينَ وَعرِ أَسىً وَحَزنِ شُجونِ

At evening I was bewildered on the paths of love,

I wander lost in the paths of passion

between the rough ground of grief and the rugged terrain of sorrows.

Between the harshness of sorrow and mournful sadness

وَرُسومُ خَدِّيَ مَحَت آثارَها

وَرُسومُ خَدِّيَ مَحَت آثارَها

بِسُيولِ أَدمُعِها غُيومُ جُفونِ

بِسُيولِ أَدمُعِها غُيومُ جُفونِ

And the marks on my cheek had their traces erased

And the traces on my cheek have been erased

by clouds of eyelids, with torrents of their tears.

By streams of tears like clouds on my eyelids

لا مُتُّ أَو يَلقى الَّذي لا قَيتُهُ

لا مُتُّ أَو يَلقى الَّذي لا قَيتُهُ

مَن لا يَرِقُّ جَنانُهُ لِجنوني

مَن لا يَرِقُّ جَنانُهُ لِجنوني

May I not die until he endures what I have endured—

There is no refuge for one who has no shelter

he whose heart feels no pity for my madness.

Whose heart is not softened by my madness