يا عَذولي في اِكتِئابي

يا عَذولي في اِكتِئابي

أَلهوى عَذبُ العَذابِ

أَلهوى عَذبُ العَذابِ

O you who reproach me for my dejection,

Oh tormentor in my gloom

Love is sweet in its torment.

I yearn for the sweet torment

فَالحُ مَن شِئتَ وَدَعني

فَالحُ مَن شِئتَ وَدَعني

لا تَزِدني فَوقَ ما بي

لا تَزِدني فَوقَ ما بي

So reproach whomever you wish, and leave me;

So heal whoever you wish and leave me be

do not add to what I already suffer.

Add no more to my plight

فَوَ مَن رَدّاهُ بِالحُس

فَوَ مَن رَدّاهُ بِالحُس

نِ عَلى ثَوبِ الشَبابِ

نِ عَلى ثَوبِ الشَبابِ

So, by the One who robed him in beauty

By whomsoever impelled by youth

over the garment of youth,

To cast it off in old age's gown

لا رَأى مِنّي قُبولاً

لا رَأى مِنّي قُبولاً

فيهِ سُلطانُ العِتابِ

فيهِ سُلطانُ العِتابِ

never shall it find acceptance with me—

He'll get no acceptance from me

the authority of reproach concerning him.

In it lies domination by reproach