أَتُنكِرُ قَتلي بِأَلحاظِها

أَتُنكِرُ قَتلي بِأَلحاظِها

وَهَذا دَمي في جَلابيبِها

وَهَذا دَمي في جَلابيبِها

Does she deny killing me with her glances?

Do you deny you killed me with your glances?

And here is my blood on her robes.

This is my blood staining your robes.

فَلِلَّهِ ما اِرتَكَبَت مِن دَمي

فَلِلَّهِ ما اِرتَكَبَت مِن دَمي

وَباءَت عَلى ضَعفِ تَركيبِها

وَباءَت عَلى ضَعفِ تَركيبِها

So, by God, what bloodshed she has committed,

By God, the blood she spilled was not her fault;

And what guilt she has incurred, despite her frail frame!

It flowed from my weakness, not her strength.

فَرِفقاً بِذي صَبوَةٍ في هَواكِ

فَرِفقاً بِذي صَبوَةٍ في هَواكِ

ضَعيفِ العَزيمَةِ مَغلوبِها

ضَعيفِ العَزيمَةِ مَغلوبِها

So be gentle with one infatuated with you,

Go gently with one made dazed by passion;

Weak in resolve, his will overcome.

Of wavering will, by love enthralled.