أَشكو اِنفِرادي بِالهُمومِ وَوَحشَتي

أَشكو اِنفِرادي بِالهُمومِ وَوَحشَتي

لَفُراقِكُم وَصَبابَتي وَحَنيني

لَفُراقِكُم وَصَبابَتي وَحَنيني

I lament my solitude amid sorrows and my loneliness

I complain of being alone with worries, and my loneliness

At parting from you, my ardent love and my yearning,

For being far from you, and my youth, and my yearning,

وَتَلَفُّتي كَيما أَراكِ وَما أَرى

وَتَلَفُّتي كَيما أَراكِ وَما أَرى

إِلّا خَيالاً مُذكِراً يُؤذيني

إِلّا خَيالاً مُذكِراً يُؤذيني

And my turning about to see you, though I see

And my turning this way and that, hoping to see you,

Only a phantom that stirs memories and pains me.

Yet I see naught but a phantom that hurts me