هُوَ الحسنُ حُسن التركِ يَسبي الوَرى لُطفا

هُوَ الحسنُ حُسن التركِ يَسبي الوَرى لُطفا

وَيعطِفُ سالي القَلبِ نَحوَ الهَوى عطفا

وَيعطِفُ سالي القَلبِ نَحوَ الهَوى عطفا

It is beauty—the beauty of the Turks—that captivates all with grace.

He is beauty, the beauty of Turks that captivates souls gently

And turns the heart that has forgotten love toward passion.

And inclines the flowing hearts towards passion affectionately

يدِرنَ مِن اللُخصِ السَواجي مُدامَةً

يدِرنَ مِن اللُخصِ السَواجي مُدامَةً

فَللّهِ ما أَحلى وَلِلّهِ ما أَصفى

فَللّهِ ما أَحلى وَلِلّهِ ما أَصفى

They pass round wine from languid, heavy-lidded eyes.

They unleash from the cheeks the glasses flowing

So, by God, how sweet—and by God, how clear!

So beautiful! By Allah so pure! By Allah so clear!

وَيَنصُبنَ مِن هُدبِ المآقي حَبائلاً

وَيَنصُبنَ مِن هُدبِ المآقي حَبائلاً

فَكَم أَنفُسٍ أَسرى لَدى المُقلَةِ الوَطفا

فَكَم أَنفُسٍ أَسرى لَدى المُقلَةِ الوَطفا

And set snares from the lashes at their eyes' inner corners.

And they set from the curls of the waves traps

So many souls lie captive before the thick-lashed eye!

So many souls captured at the soft bend

وَبي قَمَرٌ مِنهُم تَبدّى فَأَصبحت

وَبي قَمَرٌ مِنهُم تَبدّى فَأَصبحت

مَنازِلُهُ مِن جِسمي القَلبَ وَالطَرفا

مَنازِلُهُ مِن جِسمي القَلبَ وَالطَرفا

And I am smitten with a moon among them; he appeared, and now

And a moon of them appeared so I became

His dwellings in my body are the heart and the eye.

Its abode my heart and eyes equally

حَكى الشَمسَ وَجهاً وَالغَزالَ التَفاتَة

حَكى الشَمسَ وَجهاً وَالغَزالَ التَفاتَة

وَدِعصَ اللوى رِدفاً وَغُصنَ النَقا عِطفا

وَدِعصَ اللوى رِدفاً وَغُصنَ النَقا عِطفا

He resembled the sun in face, and the gazelle in a turn of the head,

It portrayed the sun, a face and the gazelle, a glance

And a mound of winding sands in his hips, and a dune-grown bough in his waist.

It bent the twigs and the brances of nabk gently

أَبدرَ بَني خاقانَ رِفقاً بِعاشِقٍ

أَبدرَ بَني خاقانَ رِفقاً بِعاشِقٍ

بَراهُ الهَوى حَتّى لَقَد كادَ أَن يَخفى

بَراهُ الهَوى حَتّى لَقَد كادَ أَن يَخفى

O full moon of the sons of Khāqān, be gentle with a lover

The youth of Bani Khaqan was gentle with a lover

Whom passion has worn away until he has almost vanished.

Passion saw him until he almost faded

وَقَد عُدتَني يَوماً فعِدني بِمثلِهِ

وَقَد عُدتَني يَوماً فعِدني بِمثلِهِ

لَعلي مِن الأَوصابِ إِن زُرتَني أَشفى

لَعلي مِن الأَوصابِ إِن زُرتَني أَشفى

And you visited me one day; promise me another like it,

You visited me one day, so visit me alike

Perhaps I shall recover from my ailments if you visit me.

Maybe if you visit I will be cured of melancholy

تَداوى أُناسٌ بِالبِعادِ فَما شَفُوا

تَداوى أُناسٌ بِالبِعادِ فَما شَفُوا

وَلا شَيء أَبرا مِن وِصالٍ وَلا أَشفى

وَلا شَيء أَبرا مِن وِصالٍ وَلا أَشفى

Some sought a cure through separation, but they were not healed.

Some are cured by distance, but they are not cured

And nothing cures better than union, nor heals more surely.

Nothing is more healing than a union or more curing than a visit

وَما أَنسَ لا أَنسى زيارَةَ مالِكي

وَما أَنسَ لا أَنسى زيارَةَ مالِكي

أُلاحِظُ مِنهُ البَدرَ وَالغُصنَ وَالكَشفا

أُلاحِظُ مِنهُ البَدرَ وَالغُصنَ وَالكَشفا

And whatever I may forget, I shall not forget my master's visit:

I cannot forget the visit of my friend

In him I behold the full moon, the bough, and the unveiling.

I notice through him the full moon, the branch and the revelation

هَصَرتُ بِذيّاكَ القَوامِ أَراكَةً

هَصَرتُ بِذيّاكَ القَوامِ أَراكَةً

وَأفنيتُ تلكَ الراحَ مِن ريقِه رَشفا

وَأفنيتُ تلكَ الراحَ مِن ريقِه رَشفا

In that very figure I bent an arāk tree,

I became emaciated with that slender figure

And drained that wine of his saliva, sip by sip.

And wasted away that gentle spirit with a sip

أَيا ذَهبيَّ اللَونِ روحيَ ذاهِبٌ

أَيا ذَهبيَّ اللَونِ روحيَ ذاهِبٌ

فرِفقا بِهيمانٍ عَلى المَوتِ قَد أَشفى

فرِفقا بِهيمانٍ عَلى المَوتِ قَد أَشفى

O golden-hued one, my soul is departing;

O you my golden complexion, my soul is leaving

So be gentle with a love-crazed man already on the brink of death.

So be gentle with a lovesick about to die of love