مُقْلتي تُبْدي

مُقْلتي تُبْدي

ما أخْفَيْتُ مِن وَجْدِي

ما أخْفَيْتُ مِن وَجْدِي

My eye reveals

My eyes reveal

What I have concealed of my passion.

What I've hidden of my passion

كيْفَ بالكِتْمانْ

كيْفَ بالكِتْمانْ

وقد نَمَّ بي دَمْعي

وقد نَمَّ بي دَمْعي

How can I keep it secret,

How can I conceal

When my tears have already betrayed me?

When my tears have grown

لِنْتُ لِلْهِجْران

لِنْتُ لِلْهِجْران

وما اللَّيْنُ مِن طَبْعي

وما اللَّيْنُ مِن طَبْعي

I have yielded to estrangement,

I've become inclined to separation

Though yielding is not in my nature.

And gentleness isn't my nature

سطوةُ الأجفان

سطوةُ الأجفان

يضيقُ بها ذَرْعي

يضيقُ بها ذَرْعي

The power of the eyelids

The power of my eyelids

Is more than I can bear.

Straitens my patience

وحْدُها يُرْدِى

وحْدُها يُرْدِى

فكيْفَ معَ الصَّدِّ

فكيْفَ معَ الصَّدِّ

It alone brings ruin—

It alone reduces me

What, then, when joined with rejection?

So how could I bear the separation

يا غزالاً حالْ

يا غزالاً حالْ

عَلى الصَّبَّ في الْعَهْدِ

عَلى الصَّبَّ في الْعَهْدِ

O gazelle, who has changed

Oh gazelle, what a state

In your pledge toward the lovesick lover,

To the passion in the covenant

بعْدما قد مال

بعْدما قد مال

عنِ الوصْلِ لِلْصَدِّ

عنِ الوصْلِ لِلْصَدِّ

After having turned

After it has turned

From union to rejection.

From union to separation

ذَا الْجَفَا قد طال

ذَا الْجَفَا قد طال

وَقد جُرْتَ بالقصدِ

وَقد جُرْتَ بالقصدِ

This coldness has lasted long,

This aloofness has been prolonged

And you have wronged me deliberately.

And you've been led with intention

لمْ أُرِد بُعْدِي

لمْ أُرِد بُعْدِي

ولكنَّهُ سَعْدي

ولكنَّهُ سَعْدي

I did not wish for my separation,

I didn't want my distance

But such is my fortune.

But it is my fortune

بأبي أهْيَف

بأبي أهْيَف

رجعت ككشْجِيّه

رجعت ككشْجِيّه

May my father ransom the slender-waisted one,

By my father Hayif

Returned—[the remaining wording is unclear as written].

I have returned like a young plant

شادِنٌ أوْطَفْ

شادِنٌ أوْطَفْ

بَدَا وردُ خَدَّيْهِ

بَدَا وردُ خَدَّيْهِ

A young gazelle with long lashes.

Florid and gentle

The rose-bloom of his cheeks appeared;

The roses of his cheeks appeared

خافَ أن يُقْطَفْ

خافَ أن يُقْطَفْ

حَمَاهُ بِعَيْنَهِ

حَمَاهُ بِعَيْنَهِ

He feared it would be plucked,

Fearing they'd be plucked

And guarded it with his eye,

He protected them with his eyes

كَالْقَنَا الْمَلْذِي

كَالْقَنَا الْمَلْذِي

يَحُومُ عَلى الْوَرْدِ

يَحُومُ عَلى الْوَرْدِ

Like spears—[the epithet is unclear as written]—

Like a sparrow hawk

Hovering over the roses.

Hovering over roses

مُنْيَةَ الْقَلْبِ

مُنْيَةَ الْقَلْبِ

عَبِيدُكُمْ هَيْمانْ

عَبِيدُكُمْ هَيْمانْ

O desire of the heart,

Death of the heart

Your slaves are mad with love.

Your servant Hayman

خَلِّ عَنْ عَتْبِ

خَلِّ عَنْ عَتْبِ

وَدَعْ عَنْكَ ما قدْ كانْ

وَدَعْ عَنْكَ ما قدْ كانْ

Cease reproaching,

Stop blaming

And put behind you what has passed.

And leave what has passed

بُغْيَةَ الصَّبَّ

بُغْيَةَ الصَّبَّ

أنْ يَكْتَبْ مِن الْغِلمانْ

أنْ يَكْتَبْ مِن الْغِلمانْ

The lovesick lover's desire

The desire of passion

Is to be enrolled among the servant boys.

That it may write from the youths

خَيْرَ ما عِنْدِي

خَيْرَ ما عِنْدِي

إِذا صِحْتَي عَبْدِي

إِذا صِحْتَي عَبْدِي

The best thing I have

The best I have

Is when you cry, 'My slave!'

When you are well, my servant