قَرِيضُكَ يَا حَيَاتِي يَا سَنَاهَا

قَرِيضُكَ يَا حَيَاتِي يَا سَنَاهَا

مُنَى نَفْسِي فَلاَ عَدِمَتْ مُنَاهَا

مُنَى نَفْسِي فَلاَ عَدِمَتْ مُنَاهَا

Your verse, O my life, O its radiance,

My ode to you, O life and its years,

Your poetry, O my life, O its radiant light,

is my soul's desire; may she never lack her desires.

My soul's wish so it would never lose its desire,

Is the ultimate hope of my soul, so may it never lose its hope.

بَقِيتَ لَهَا وَلِلإِسْلاَمِ حِصْناً

بَقِيتَ لَهَا وَلِلإِسْلاَمِ حِصْناً

تُرِيحُ شَمْسَ سَلْوَتِهَا عَنَاهَا

تُرِيحُ شَمْسَ سَلْوَتِهَا عَنَاهَا

May you remain a fortress for her and for Islam,

You remained a fortress for it and for Islam,

May you remain a fortress for it, and for Islam,

relieving her suffering, O sun of her solace.

Giving comfort from the heat of its suffering.

Whose sun of solace relieves its distress.

قَرِيضُكَ وَاللَّطَافَةِ يَا أَخَاهَا

قَرِيضُكَ وَاللَّطَافَةِ يَا أَخَاهَا

وَلاَ عَدِمَتْكَ مَرْتَعُهُ حَشَاهَا

وَلاَ عَدِمَتْكَ مَرْتَعُهُ حَشَاهَا

Your verse—by grace, O brother of grace—

My ode and gentleness to you O brother,

Your poetry and elegance, O brother of such grace,

(and may she never lose you!) has her heart for its pasture.

May its pasture never lose you.

May my soul's core, its fertile pasture, never be deprived of you.

فَدَيْتُكَ هَلْ عَلِمْتَ بِأَنَّ عَقْلِي

فَدَيْتُكَ هَلْ عَلِمْتَ بِأَنَّ عَقْلِي

عَقِيرُ عُقَارِ شِعْرِكِ مُذْ حَشَاهَا

عَقِيرُ عُقَارِ شِعْرِكِ مُذْ حَشَاهَا

May I be your ransom! Do you know that my mind

I ransom you - do you know that my mind

May I be your ransom! Did you know that my mind

has been slain by the wine of your poetry since it filled her?

Is captivated by the magic of your poetry since it sensed it?

Is struck down by the wine of your poetry ever since it filled its depths.