وَضَحَ الحَقُّ المُبينُ

وَضَحَ الحَقُّ المُبينُ

وَنَفى الشَكَّ اليَقينُ

وَنَفى الشَكَّ اليَقينُ

The manifest truth became clear,

The certain truth is made clear,

And certainty dispelled doubt.

And doubt is banished by certainty.

وَرَأى الأَعداءُ ما غَرَّ

وَرَأى الأَعداءُ ما غَرَّ

تهُمُ مِنهُ الظُنونُ

تهُمُ مِنهُ الظُنونُ

And the enemies saw what they had been misled

The enemies saw what deceived them,

About by their conjectures.

From their false presumptions.

أَمَّلوا ما لَيسَ يُمنى

أَمَّلوا ما لَيسَ يُمنى

وَرَجَوا ما لا يَكونُ

وَرَجَوا ما لا يَكونُ

They hoped for what was not destined,

They hoped for what would not be granted,

And hoped for what would never be.

And wished for what would not happen.

وَتَمَنَّوا أَن يَخونَ ال

وَتَمَنَّوا أَن يَخونَ ال

عَهدَ مَولىً لا يَخونُ

عَهدَ مَولىً لا يَخونُ

And wished for the betrayal of the

They wished that the loyal one would betray his pledge,

Covenant by a lord who never betrays.

But the loyal one does not betray.

فَإِذا الغَيبُ سَليمٌ

فَإِذا الغَيبُ سَليمٌ

وَإِذا الوُدُّ مَصونُ

وَإِذا الوُدُّ مَصونُ

Then, behold, what lay hidden was unblemished,

So the unseen remains safe,

And, behold, affection was preserved.

And affection is protected.

قُل لِمَن دانَ بِهَجري

قُل لِمَن دانَ بِهَجري

وَهَواهُ لِيَ دينُ

وَهَواهُ لِيَ دينُ

Say to one who made shunning me his creed,

Say to the one who shunned me,

Though love for him is my creed:

Whose love to me is a religion:

يا جَواداً بِيَ إِنّي

يا جَواداً بِيَ إِنّي

بِكَ وَاللَهِ ضَنينُ

بِكَ وَاللَهِ ضَنينُ

O you who freely give me up, I

O generous one, by God I am miserable without you.

Am, by God, loath to part with you.

You made my heart cheap for yourself,

أَرخَصَ الحُبُّ فُؤادي

أَرخَصَ الحُبُّ فُؤادي

لَكَ وَالعِلقُ ثَمينُ

لَكَ وَالعِلقُ ثَمينُ

Love has cheapened my heart

And attachment is precious.

For you, though this treasure is precious.

O crescent moon, do people have spirits without eyes?

يا هِلالاً تَتَرا

يا هِلالاً تَتَرا

أَهُ نُفوسٌ لا عُيونُ

أَهُ نُفوسٌ لا عُيونُ

O crescent, beheld

How strange is the heart that hardens against you,

By souls, not eyes!

While tenderness is soft.

عَجَباً لِلقَلبِ يَقسو

عَجَباً لِلقَلبِ يَقسو

مِنكَ وَالقَدُّ يَلينُ

مِنكَ وَالقَدُّ يَلينُ

How strange that the heart grows hard

What harm in you smiling

Within you, while your figure is supple!

At your sad lover?

ما الَّذي ضَرَّكَ لَو سُ

ما الَّذي ضَرَّكَ لَو سُ

رَّ بِمَرآكَ الحَزينُ

رَّ بِمَرآكَ الحَزينُ

What harm would it do you if joy were brought

And being gentle to a passionately loving youth,

To the sorrowful one at the sight of you,

When he inclines toward you.

وَتَلَطَّفتَ لِصَبٍّ

وَتَلَطَّفتَ لِصَبٍّ

حَينُهُ فيكَ يَحينُ

حَينُهُ فيكَ يَحينُ

And you were gentle with a lovesick man

So expressions vary,

Whose death, because of you, draws near?

And excuses are many.

فَوُجوهُ اللَفظِ شَتّى

فَوُجوهُ اللَفظِ شَتّى

وَالمَعاذيرُ فُنونُ

وَالمَعاذيرُ فُنونُ

For speech has many faces,

And excuses come in many kinds.