رسمتك يا حبيبي في خيالي

رسمتك يا حبيبي في خيالي

ولم يرسم سواك بلوح بالي

ولم يرسم سواك بلوح بالي

I drew you, O my beloved, in my imagination.

I imagined you, my beloved, in my thoughts

And none but you was drawn on the tablet of my mind.

None but you did I paint on the tablet of my mind

جعلتك قبلتي محراب روحي

جعلتك قبلتي محراب روحي

بقلبي في الهجير وفي الظلال

بقلبي في الهجير وفي الظلال

I made you my qibla, my soul's prayer niche,

I made you the qiblah, the sanctuary of my soul

in my heart, in the noonday heat and in the shade.

With a heart lost in love and in the shadows

أهيم الى ليال كنت الفى

أهيم الى ليال كنت الفى

بها يا طيب هاتيك الليالي

بها يا طيب هاتيك الليالي

I yearn for nights when I used to be found

I yearn for those nights when I found

there—oh, how sweet those nights!

In you, O most kind, those nights

وحقك ان وجدي فيك وجدي

وحقك ان وجدي فيك وجدي

وحالي لم يزل بهواك حالي

وحالي لم يزل بهواك حالي

By your worth, my longing for you is indeed unchanged,

And it is your right, that if you found me, I found myself

and my state, in loving you, remains as it was.

And my state has not ceased to be consumed by your love

وقال العاذلون تسل عنه

وقال العاذلون تسل عنه

وقلبي لم يكن آنا بسال

وقلبي لم يكن آنا بسال

And the reproachers said, “Forget him.”

The lovers said, ask about him

Yet my heart has not forgotten for even a moment.

But my heart was not inclined to ask

كتبت اليك عرض الحال لهفا

كتبت اليك عرض الحال لهفا

بدمع سح مني كاللآلي

بدمع سح مني كاللآلي

I wrote to you an account of my state, in anguished longing,

I wrote to you of my burning longing

with tears that streamed from me like pearls.

With tears that flowed from me like beads

ولم ارفع لغير الله امري

ولم ارفع لغير الله امري

وهذا دين سادات الرجال

وهذا دين سادات الرجال

And I have laid my case before none but God;

I raised my matter to none but God

and this is the faith of the masters among men.

Such is the faith of the noblest of men