لا وَالَّذي تُجلى الكُروبُ

لا وَالَّذي تُجلى الكُروبُ

بِهِ وَتَنفَرِجُ الخُطوب

بِهِ وَتَنفَرِجُ الخُطوب

No, by Him—sorrows are dispelled

No, by Him in whose face the clouds uncovered shine,

through Him, and calamities are relieved—

And by Him in whose hands the destinies entwine,

لابِتُّ إِلّا بَينَ دَمعٍ

لابِتُّ إِلّا بَينَ دَمعٍ

يَنهَمي وَحشاً يَذوب

يَنهَمي وَحشاً يَذوب

I have spent no night but amid tears

I will not rest except where tears as wild beasts howl,

that stream down and a heart that melts.

And grief itself dissolves and melts to brine;

حَرّانَ أَنتَشِقُ النَسيمَ

حَرّانَ أَنتَشِقُ النَسيمَ

وَنِعمَ مَسلاةُ الكُروب

وَنِعمَ مَسلاةُ الكُروب

Burning, I inhale the breeze,

Hot is the wind, but soothing is the pain of love,

and what a fine solace for sorrows it is!

And sweet the meeting after long decline.

لاتَلتَقي الأَجفانُ فيكَ

لاتَلتَقي الأَجفانُ فيكَ

وَلا المَضاجِعُ وَالجُنوب

وَلا المَضاجِعُ وَالجُنوب

My eyelids do not meet because of you,

In you my eyes shall close, my limbs shall find their place,

nor do my sides meet the beds.

And on your breast shall sink this head of mine;

أَبَداً أَحِنُّ إِلَيكَ شَوقاً

أَبَداً أَحِنُّ إِلَيكَ شَوقاً

كَالغَريبِ مَعَ الغُروب

كَالغَريبِ مَعَ الغُروب

Always I yearn for you with longing,

To you shall I be ever turning in desire,

like a stranger at sunset.

As turns the stranger to his native shrine,

وَأَقولُ لِلريحِ الجَنوبِ

وَأَقولُ لِلريحِ الجَنوبِ

مَعَ الأَصيلِ صِلي الهُبوب

مَعَ الأَصيلِ صِلي الهُبوب

And I say to the south wind,

And say unto the South wind when it blows,

in the late afternoon, "Keep on blowing."

"With my beloved temper thou thy breath divine."

فَهَلِ اِستَطَبتَ بِيَ الشَمالَ

فَهَلِ اِستَطَبتَ بِيَ الشَمالَ

كَما اِستَطَبتُ بِكَ الجَنوب

كَما اِستَطَبتُ بِكَ الجَنوب

Have you, then, found the north wind sweet because of me,

Shall I then seek the North as others sought the South?

as I have found the south wind sweet because of you?

Nay, as I sought the South, so seek the North in fine.