أُعَفِّرُ وَجْهِي فِي ثَرَاكَ الْمُعَطَّرِ

أُعَفِّرُ وَجْهِي فِي ثَرَاكَ الْمُعَطَّرِ

لِتَنْظُرَ مِنْ لَأْوْى فُؤَادِي الْمُفَطَّرِ

لِتَنْظُرَ مِنْ لَأْوْى فُؤَادِي الْمُفَطَّرِ

I rub my face in your perfumed earth,

I rub my face in your fragrant soil

I rub my face in your fragrant earth,

That you may see something of my shattered heart’s anguish.

So you may look from the abode of my heart, broken open.

that you might gaze upon the anguish of my shattered heart.

وَأَشْدُو وَفَرْطُ الْوَجْدِ غَيْرُ مُنَظِّرِي

وَأَشْدُو وَفَرْطُ الْوَجْدِ غَيْرُ مُنَظِّرِي

أَلَا فَاجْبُرَنْ صَدْعِي أَمَوْلاَيَ مَنْظَرِي

أَلَا فَاجْبُرَنْ صَدْعِي أَمَوْلاَيَ مَنْظَرِي

And I sing, though overwhelming longing grants me no respite.

I sing though ecstasy overrides my composure -

And I sing, while overwhelming passion grants me no reprieve:

Ah, then mend my brokenness, O my lord Manzari.

Oh, mend my fracture, my days are numbered!

Ah, mend my brokenness, O my Master, and behold my state.