لقد هاجَ الهوى هذا الحريرُ

لقد هاجَ الهوى هذا الحريرُ

أَمِن شَفَتَيكِ أم منهُ العبيرُ

أَمِن شَفَتَيكِ أم منهُ العبيرُ

This silk has indeed stirred passion.

This silk has been disturbed by passionate love,

Is the fragrance from your lips, or from it?

Is it from your lips or is it your perfume?

حكى قلبي برقَّتِه فأمسى

حكى قلبي برقَّتِه فأمسى

على النسماتِ يخفقُ أو يطير

على النسماتِ يخفقُ أو يطير

It mirrored my heart in its tenderness, and now

My heart fluttered in its softness until it became

flutters or flies upon the breezes.

Like a breeze fluttering and flying through the air.

فلا تدَعي النسيمَ يسرُّ شيئاً

فلا تدَعي النسيمَ يسرُّ شيئاً

إليك فإنني صبٌّ غيور

إليك فإنني صبٌّ غيور

So do not let the breeze whisper anything

So do not let the breeze reveal anything

to you, for I am a jealous lover.

To you, for I am a jealous lover.

وهذا عقدُكِ الغيرانُ مِثلي

وهذا عقدُكِ الغيرانُ مِثلي

يذوبُ فحبُّهُ حبٌّ صغير

يذوبُ فحبُّهُ حبٌّ صغير

And this necklace of yours is jealous like me;

And this pearl necklace of yours is like me,

it melts, for its love is slight.

Melting, for its love is but a little love.

جبينكُ لاحَ في ليلِ التَّصابي

جبينكُ لاحَ في ليلِ التَّصابي

هلالاً منه نفسي تَستَنير

هلالاً منه نفسي تَستَنير

Your brow shone in the night of dalliance,

Your forehead shone in the night of black hair

a crescent from which my soul draws light.

Like a crescent moon from which my soul takes light.

وشَعرُكِ ظلمةٌ سترت هوانا

وشَعرُكِ ظلمةٌ سترت هوانا

وللأمواه في الوادي هدير

وللأمواه في الوادي هدير

And your hair is a darkness that veiled our love,

And your hair is a darkness that covered my disgrace,

and the waters roar in the valley.

To the valleys there is the roar of waterfalls.

وفي خدَّيكِ وردٌ منهُ أبكي

وفي خدَّيكِ وردٌ منهُ أبكي

فذاكَ الوردُ من دمعي نضير

فذاكَ الوردُ من دمعي نضير

And on your cheeks are roses that make me weep;

On your cheeks is a rose from which I cry,

so those roses are fresh with my tears.

For that rose is a peer of my tears.

وفي شفتيكِ لي ماءٌ ونارٌ

وفي شفتيكِ لي ماءٌ ونارٌ

فقلبي لابتِسامِهما مُنير

فقلبي لابتِسامِهما مُنير

And on your lips, for me, are water and fire;

In your lips for me are water and fire,

so my heart is radiant at their smile.

So my heart is illuminated by their smile.

وخَصرُكِ رقَّ حتى كادَ يَفنى

وخَصرُكِ رقَّ حتى كادَ يَفنى

لذلكَ رقَّ شِعري والشعور

لذلكَ رقَّ شِعري والشعور

And your waist grew so slender it nearly vanished;

Your waist is so delicate it almost vanished,

therefore my poetry and feeling grew delicate.

That is why my poetry softened and my passions.

قوامكِ فيهِ جناتٌ حسانٌ

قوامكِ فيهِ جناتٌ حسانٌ

وفي قلبي لِمَنظَرها سَعير

وفي قلبي لِمَنظَرها سَعير

Your figure holds beautiful gardens,

Your figure holds beautiful gardens,

and at their sight a fire rages in my heart.

And in my heart for the sight of them is fire.

فمن تلكَ المحاسنِ لي كنوزٌ

فمن تلكَ المحاسنِ لي كنوزٌ

على كفَّيَّ جَوهَرُها نثير

على كفَّيَّ جَوهَرُها نثير

So from those beauties I have treasures;

From those beauties I have treasures for myself,

their jewels lie strewn upon my palms.

In my palms their essence is ample.

حملتُ هواكِ فانشقَّت ضُلوعي

حملتُ هواكِ فانشقَّت ضُلوعي

وكادَ القلبُ منها يَستَطير

وكادَ القلبُ منها يَستَطير

I bore my passion for you, and my ribs split apart;

I carried your love until my ribs cracked,

and my heart nearly flew out from between them.

And my heart almost took flight from it.

وإمّا بتُّ أنشدُ شعرَ حبّي

وإمّا بتُّ أنشدُ شعرَ حبّي

فأبياتي يُقَطِّعُها الزَّفير

فأبياتي يُقَطِّعُها الزَّفير

And if I spend the night reciting the poetry of my love,

And if I begin to recite the poetry of my love,

then my sighs break my verses apart.

My verses are cut off by sighing.

أرى العشَّاقَ لي خدماً وجنداً

أرى العشَّاقَ لي خدماً وجنداً

وإني في هواكِ لهم أمير

وإني في هواكِ لهم أمير

I see the lovers as my servants and soldiers,

I see the lovers as servants and soldiers to me,

and in my passion for you I am their prince.

And in your love I am their commander.