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If I died because of you while my heart would remain...

In mittu minka wa-qalbฤซ fฤซhi mฤ fฤซh

ู†ูˆุน ุงู„ุดุนุฑ: ุบุฒู„ ุนู„ู‰ ุจุญุฑ ุงู„ุจุณูŠุท
ุงู„ุดุงุนุฑ: ุฃุจูˆ ู†ูˆุงุณ
ู…ู†ุทู‚ุชู‡: ุจุตุฑุฉ
ุนุตุฑ: ุนุจุงุณูŠ

ุฅูู† ู…ูุชู‘ู ู…ูู†ูƒูŽ ูˆูŽู‚ูŽู„ุจูŠ ููŠู‡ู ู…ุง ููŠู‡ู
ูˆูŽู„ูŽู… ุฃูŽู†ูŽู„ ููŽุฑูŽุฌุงู‹ ู…ูู…ู‘ุง ุฃูู‚ุงุณูŠู‡ู

ู†ุงุฏูŽูŠุชู ู‚ูŽู„ุจูŠ ุจูุญูุฒู†ู ุซูู…ู‘ูŽ ู‚ูู„ุชู ู„ูŽู‡ู
ูŠุง ู…ูŽู† ูŠูุจุงู„ูŠ ุญูŽุจูŠุจุงู‹ ู„ุง ูŠูุจุงู„ูŠู‡ู

ู‡ูŽุฐุง ุงู„ู‘ูŽุฐูŠ ูƒูู†ุชูŽ ุชูŽู‡ูˆุงู‡ู ูˆูŽุชูŽู…ู†ูŽุญูŽู‡ู
ุตูŽููˆูŽ ุงู„ู…ูŽูˆูŽุฏู‘ูŽุฉู ู‚ูŽุฏ ุบุงู„ูŽุช ุฏูŽูˆุงู‡ูŠู‡ู

ููŽุฑูŽุฏู‘ูŽ ู‚ูŽู„ุจูŠ ุนูŽู„ู‰ ุทูŽุฑููŠ ุจูุญูุฑู‚ูŽุชูู‡ู
ู‡ูŽุฐุง ุงู„ุจูŽู„ุงุกู ุงู„ู‘ูŽุฐูŠ ุฏูŽู„ู‘ูŽูŠุชูŽู†ูŠ ููŠู‡ู

ุฃูŽุฑู‡ูŽู‚ุชูŽู†ูŠ ููŠ ู‡ูŽูˆู‰ ู…ูŽู† ู„ูŽูŠุณูŽ ูŠูู†ุตูููู†ูŠ
ูˆูŽู„ูŽูŠุณูŽ ูŠูŽู†ููŽูƒู‘ู ู…ูู† ุฒูŽู‡ูˆู ูˆูŽู…ูู† ุชูŠู‡ู

Type of poem: ฤ azal (poetry on love) in metre Basฤซแนญ
Name of poet: Abลซ Nuwฤs
Region of poet: Baแนฃrah
Era: ส•abbฤsid

If I died because of you while my heart would remain,
when no joy shall replace the sadness of your pain,

in sorrow, then I would call upon my woeful heart and shout:
Woe upon you that pines away for one whom does not heed you!

That is indeed how you would love and grant me
your sincerest of affections that has deprived me of my wit

And so my heart returns your glance aflame that burns it
for such is the affliction you have drawn me into

I waste away in longing for you that does not do me justice
for you that remains in the waterless desert of vanity and pride