سَلَوتُ عَن هاجِري وَعِندي

سَلَوتُ عَن هاجِري وَعِندي

أَنِّيَ في ذاكَ غَيرُ فارِه

أَنِّيَ في ذاكَ غَيرُ فارِه

I have moved on from the one who forsakes me, yet I believe

I asked about my love though it caused me pain

That in this I have not been discerning.

For I could no longer hide my heart's disdain

فَقيلَ لي إِذ أَذَعتُ هَذا

فَقيلَ لي إِذ أَذَعتُ هَذا

يُخارُ لِلعَبدِ وَهوَ كارِه

يُخارُ لِلعَبدِ وَهوَ كارِه

So I was told, when I made this known:

When I spoke of this, it was said to me

The best is chosen for the servant, though he is unwilling.

A slave may show his love, reluctantly