غزال ذاك الحمى صبري قضى فيه

غزال ذاك الحمى صبري قضى فيه

هيهات يخلص قلبي من أياديه

هيهات يخلص قلبي من أياديه

The gazelle of that sanctuary has put an end to my patience.

That fevered gazelle exhausted my patience

Impossible for my heart to escape his hands!

Alas, my heart can't be freed from its grip

بالله يا سائق الأظعان في التيه

بالله يا سائق الأظعان في التيه

حيِّ الملاعب من سلع وواديهِ

حيِّ الملاعب من سلع وواديهِ

By God, O driver of the caravans in the wilderness,

Please, O guide through the wilderness and valleys

Greet the playgrounds of Salʿ and its valley,

Revive the playgrounds with their goods and streams

وحيِّ سكانه وانزل بناديهِ

وحيِّ سكانه وانزل بناديهِ

سمعي الذي صار يوم البين سمعَهمو

سمعي الذي صار يوم البين سمعَهمو

And greet its dwellers and alight at its meeting place.

And revive its inhabitants, stop by its settlements

My hearing, which on the day of parting became their hearing,

My hearing that on the day we parted became their hearing

وقد وجدت بعين الضر نفعَهمو

وقد وجدت بعين الضر نفعَهمو

قف بالأجارع أصلي صار فرعَهمو

قف بالأجارع أصلي صار فرعَهمو

And in harm itself I have found their benefit.

And I found solace for the eye of sadness in their solace

Halt on the sandy tracts: my root has become their branch.

Stop at the sand dunes, I'll pray - it became their origin

وانشد فؤادي إذا عاينت ربعَهمو

وانشد فؤادي إذا عاينت ربعَهمو

بين الخيام فقد خلفته فيه

بين الخيام فقد خلفته فيه

And seek my heart when you behold their dwelling,

And my heart will chant when it sees their quarters

Among the tents, for I have left it there.

Between the tents, for I left it behind among them

أواه لم تبق لي روحي ولا بدني

أواه لم تبق لي روحي ولا بدني

يا سائق الظعن بل كلي عليه فني

يا سائق الظعن بل كلي عليه فني

Alas, neither my soul nor my body remains to me.

Oh dear, neither my soul nor body remain

O driver of the caravan—nay, all of me has perished for him.

O guide through anguish, rather all of me is wasted on it

هي المنازل كن فيها ولا تَكُنِ

هي المنازل كن فيها ولا تَكُنِ

واذكر هنالك أشواقي وصف شجني

واذكر هنالك أشواقي وصف شجني

Those are the dwellings: be in them, yet be not.

Those are the dwellings, so dwell in them and do not dwell

And recall my longings there, and describe my sorrow,

And remember my passions and describe my agony there

وقل عليل هواكم من يداويه

وقل عليل هواكم من يداويه

أنا المسمى على وهمٍ بعبدِكمو

أنا المسمى على وهمٍ بعبدِكمو

And say: 'Who will heal the sufferer from your love?'

And say: your love's patient is the one who cures him

I am the one called, in illusion, your servant.

I am called yours based on a delusion

والوجد مني إليكم عين وجدِكمو

والوجد مني إليكم عين وجدِكمو

وحقكم لي لقاكم محض فقدِكمو

وحقكم لي لقاكم محض فقدِكمو

And my ecstasy toward you is your very ecstasy.

And burning with longing for you is your burning

And by your right, meeting you is, for me, sheer loss of you.

By your right over me, to meet you is purely missing you

يا جيرة الحي قد جرتم ببعدِكمو

يا جيرة الحي قد جرتم ببعدِكمو

على فتى قربكم أقصى أمانيه

على فتى قربكم أقصى أمانيه

O neighbors of the encampment, you have been cruel in your distance

O neighbor of the neighborhood, you've gone far

To a youth whose highest wish is nearness to you.

To a lad whom your nearness is the height of his wishes

كم في هواكم أبان الشوق نيَّتَهُ

كم في هواكم أبان الشوق نيَّتَهُ

للغير حتى طوى كل طويَّتَهُ

للغير حتى طوى كل طويَّتَهُ

How often, in love for you, has longing revealed his intent

How in loving you the passion of his intention appeared

To others, until his entire inward self was folded away.

To others until he folded up all his intentions

كل الهويات قد صارت هويَّتَهُ

كل الهويات قد صارت هويَّتَهُ

يكاد من بعدكم يقضي منيَّتَهُ

يكاد من بعدكم يقضي منيَّتَهُ

All identities have become his identity.

All passions became his passion

He would all but meet his death from your absence,

Were it not for the apparition of dreams coming to him

لولا تدارك طيف الحلم يأتيه

لولا تدارك طيف الحلم يأتيه

لم ألق في الكون شيئاً قط يعجبني

لم ألق في الكون شيئاً قط يعجبني

Were it not for a dream-phantom that comes to his rescue.

After you left he would almost breathe his last

I have never found anything in existence that pleases me,

I've never found anything in the world pleasing me

ما لم أراه بكم منكم لدي بني

ما لم أراه بكم منكم لدي بني

وسر طلعتكم يا ساكني بدني

وسر طلعتكم يا ساكني بدني

Unless I see it as built before me through you and from you.

Unless related to you, from you, O architect of my being

And by the mystery of your countenance, O dwellers in my body,

The secret of your features, O dweller in my body

أحنُّ شوقاً إلى الوادي فيطربني

أحنُّ شوقاً إلى الوادي فيطربني

نوح الحمام سحيراً في نواحيه

نوح الحمام سحيراً في نواحيه

I yearn longingly for the valley, and I am stirred

Is that the cooing dove's song in the valleys excites me

By the doves' lament just before dawn throughout its reaches.

How many meadows of intimacy through you its poles were erected

كم روض أنسٍ بكم شُقَّت كمائمُهُ

كم روض أنسٍ بكم شُقَّت كمائمُهُ

فهيجت بشذا الذكرى نسائمُهُ

فهيجت بشذا الذكرى نسائمُهُ

How many a garden of intimacy with you has had its bud-sheaths split open,

Then the zephyrs of memories stirred its breezes

So its breezes were stirred by the fragrance of remembrance.

And the branch of my existence - how much I frequented it

وغصن نشأة كوني كم أداومُهُ

وغصن نشأة كوني كم أداومُهُ

ويعتريني إذا ناحت حمائمُهُ

ويعتريني إذا ناحت حمائمُهُ

And the bough of my coming into being—how constantly I sustain it!

And longing grips me when its doves moan

And when its doves lament, there comes upon me

A passion melting my inner being from remembering its people

وجدٌ يذوب الحشى من ذكر أهليه

وجدٌ يذوب الحشى من ذكر أهليه

لمتقي هذه الدينا وفاجرها

لمتقي هذه الدينا وفاجرها

An ecstasy that melts the heart at the remembrance of its people.

I've never met the like of this religion and its sinners

For this world's devout one and its sinner,

States of devotion for its dissenters and expatriates

حالات صدق لباغيها وهاجرها

حالات صدق لباغيها وهاجرها

يا سعد خذ حالتي من بذل حاجرها

يا سعد خذ حالتي من بذل حاجرها

There are states of sincerity, for its seeker and its forsaker.

Oh Saad, take my state from one who offers his cheek

O Saʿd, take my state from the giving of its restrainer.

If the water of my tears overflows from my lids

إن فاض ماء دموعي من محاجرها

إن فاض ماء دموعي من محاجرها

لا تشرب الماء إلا من مجاريه

لا تشرب الماء إلا من مجاريه

If the water of my tears overflows from their sockets,

Don't drink the water except from its channels

Drink no water except from its channels.