بحتُ بحبّي وَلَو غَرامي

بحتُ بحبّي وَلَو غَرامي

يَكونُ في صَخرَةٍ لباحا

يَكونُ في صَخرَةٍ لباحا

I have confessed my love; even if my passion

I searched for my love even if my passion

Were within a rock, it would speak out.

Would be in a rock crying out

ضَيَّعتُمُ الرُّشدَ من محبٍّ

ضَيَّعتُمُ الرُّشدَ من محبٍّ

لَيسَ يَرى في الهَوى جُناحا

لَيسَ يَرى في الهَوى جُناحا

You have robbed a lover of sound judgment,

You have lost sanity, oh lover

Who sees no sin in love.

Who sees no wings in passion

لم يَستَطع حَملَ ما يُلاقي

لم يَستَطع حَملَ ما يُلاقي

فشقَّ أَثوابَهُ وَصاحا

فشقَّ أَثوابَهُ وَصاحا

He could not bear what he faces,

He could not bear what he faces

So he tore his garments and cried out.

So he tore his clothes and screamed

محيّرَ المقلتين قل لي

محيّرَ المقلتين قل لي

هل شَرِبَت مُقلتاكَ راحا

هل شَرِبَت مُقلتاكَ راحا

O you who bewilder the eyes, tell me:

Perplexing the eyelids, say to me

Have your two eyes drunk wine?

Have your eyelids drunk comfort?

نَفسي فدى لمَّةٍ وَخدٍّ

نَفسي فدى لمَّةٍ وَخدٍّ

قَد جمعا اللَّيل وَالصَّباحا

قَد جمعا اللَّيل وَالصَّباحا

My soul be a ransom for tresses and a cheek

My soul is ransom for a union and cheek

That have brought night and morning together,

That gathered night and morning

وَعَقربٍ سُلِّطَت عَلينا

وَعَقربٍ سُلِّطَت عَلينا

تَملأُ أَكبادَنا جِراحا

تَملأُ أَكبادَنا جِراحا

And for a scorpion unleashed upon us,

And a scorpion unleashed upon us

That fills our livers with wounds.

Filling our livers with wounds

قَد طارَ مِن شَوقه فؤادي

قَد طارَ مِن شَوقه فؤادي

فَصارَ شَوقي لَهُ جَناحا

فَصارَ شَوقي لَهُ جَناحا

My heart has taken flight from longing for him,

My heart has flown from yearning

So my longing has become a wing for it.

So my yearning for it became wings