عَزّوا أَخِلّايَ قَلبي

عَزّوا أَخِلّايَ قَلبي

فَقَد أُصِبتُ بِلُبّي

فَقَد أُصِبتُ بِلُبّي

Console my heart, my dear friends,

My friends console my aching heart

Offer condolences, my friends, to my heart,

for I have been stricken in my very core.

For I have fallen for her charm

For I have been stricken in my very soul.

الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ رَبّي

الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ رَبّي

ماذا لَقيتُ فَحَسبي

ماذا لَقيتُ فَحَسبي

Praise be to God, my Lord!

All praise be to God, my Lord

Praise be to Allah, my Lord;

What I have suffered—enough for me!

I got what I deserved, no harm

What I have encountered is enough for me.

ما لي عَلى الحُبِّ عَتبٌ

ما لي عَلى الحُبِّ عَتبٌ

أَنا وَقَعتُ بِذَنبي

أَنا وَقَعتُ بِذَنبي

I have no reproach against love;

I don’t blame love for my state

I have no reproach to cast against Love;

I fell through my own fault.

It’s my own doing, my fate

It was I who fell by my own transgression.

لَقَد دَعاني وَصَحبي

لَقَد دَعاني وَصَحبي

فَجِئتُ مِن بَينِ صَحبي

فَجِئتُ مِن بَينِ صَحبي

Indeed, he called me and my companions,

He called and I came running

He beckoned to me and to my companions,

so I came from among my companions.

Leaving behind my comrades

So I came forth from amidst my friends.

يا حِبُّ مَلَّكتَ رِقّي

يا حِبُّ مَلَّكتَ رِقّي

مَن لا يُسَرُّ بِقُربي

مَن لا يُسَرُّ بِقُربي

O beloved, you have handed over my bondage

Oh love, you captivate my soul

O Beloved, you have taken possession of my servitude,

to one who takes no joy in my nearness,

If you’re not pleased I can’t be whole

You who find no pleasure in being near me,

وَمَن يُعَذِّبُ روحي

وَمَن يُعَذِّبُ روحي

بِكُلِّ نَوعٍ وَضَربِ

بِكُلِّ نَوعٍ وَضَربِ

and who torments my soul

And torture my spirit and mind

And who torments my spirit

in every manner and kind.

In every way, shape and kind

With every manner and form of pain.

فَكَم عَصَبتُ بِرَأسي

فَكَم عَصَبتُ بِرَأسي

وَكَم عَرَكتُ بِجَنبي

وَكَم عَرَكتُ بِجَنبي

How often I have bound it upon my head,

How I’ve racked my head for you

How often have I bound my aching head,

and how often borne it against my side!

And bruised my side black and blue

And how often have I tossed upon my side.

وَلَستُ أُحمَلُ مِنهُ

وَلَستُ أُحمَلُ مِنهُ

إِلّا عَلى ظَهرِ صَعبِ

إِلّا عَلى ظَهرِ صَعبِ

And I am never carried by him

Bearing this heavy, grueling load

I am not burdened by his will

except on the back of an unruly mount.

All for my beloved's abode

Save with a load of hardship to bear.

يا قاتِلي أَنتَ وَاللَ

يا قاتِلي أَنتَ وَاللَ

هِ في الحُكومَةِ تِربي

هِ في الحُكومَةِ تِربي

O my slayer, you are—by

You kill me, you and God on high

O my slayer, by God, you are—

God—my equal in judgment.

While you sit pretty; watch me die

In the scales of judgment—my peer.

أَتَيتُ حِبّي وَحِبّي

أَتَيتُ حِبّي وَحِبّي

بِكرٌ بِخاتَمِ رَبّي

بِكرٌ بِخاتَمِ رَبّي

I came to my beloved, and my beloved

I came to my love, my life

I came unto my love, and my love was

was a virgin bearing my Lord’s seal.

With the seal of God, pure and right

A virgin, sealed with the seal of my Lord.

فَكُنتُ أَوَّلَ حَيٍّ

فَكُنتُ أَوَّلَ حَيٍّ

اِفتَضَّ عُذرَةَ حُبّي

اِفتَضَّ عُذرَةَ حُبّي

So I was the first living soul

I was the first alive to dare

So I was the very first living soul

to break my love’s maidenhead.

Reveal my burning love affair

To break the seal of my love's innocence.

وَلَيسَ لي مِنكَ إِلّا

وَلَيسَ لي مِنكَ إِلّا

كَربٌ عَلى إِثرِ كَربِ

كَربٌ عَلى إِثرِ كَربِ

And I have nothing from you but

You only bring me grief and pain

Yet I have received nothing from you

anguish upon the heels of anguish.

One sorrow after another again

Save anguish following upon anguish.

تَبيعُ وَصلي بِهَجري

تَبيعُ وَصلي بِهَجري

وَعَفوَ سِلمي بِحَربي

وَعَفوَ سِلمي بِحَربي

You barter union with me for shunning me,

Selling my devotion for your disdain

You trade my union for my banishment,

and my freely offered peace for war against me.

And your war for my peace in vain

And the pardon of my peace for war.

أَنا الفِداءُ لِظَبيٍ

أَنا الفِداءُ لِظَبيٍ

مُفَتَّرِ اللَحظِ رَطبِ

مُفَتَّرِ اللَحظِ رَطبِ

I give myself as ransom for a gazelle,

I'm ready to sacrifice my all

I am a ransom for a gazelle,

languid in gaze, tender and supple,

For your fleeting glance to enthrall

Languid of glance and tender to the touch.

مَن لَيسَ يَخفى عَلَيهِ

مَن لَيسَ يَخفى عَلَيهِ

حُبّي وَلَكِن يُغَبّي

حُبّي وَلَكِن يُغَبّي

one who is not unaware

You know my love but pretend

One from whom my love is not hidden,

of my love, yet feigns ignorance.

If you wished, you would defend

Yet he feigns that he is unaware.

لَو شاءَ قالَ وَلَكِن

لَو شاءَ قالَ وَلَكِن

فيهِ حَياً وَتَأَبّي

فيهِ حَياً وَتَأَبّي

If he wished, he would speak, but

This wouldn’t happen, but instead

If he wished, he would speak, but

in him are modesty and reluctance.

You feign life while love is dead

In him are both shyness and disdain.

ما جازَ هَذا إِلَينا الـ

ما جازَ هَذا إِلَينا الـ

ـأَقوامَ إِلّا لِحُبّي

ـأَقوامَ إِلّا لِحُبّي

This did not reach us, passing the

Abu Ali Ibn Nasr I implore

This verse did not reach us, the people,

peoples by, except because of my love

No truth in lies anymore

Except through my devotion to

أَبا عَلِيَّ اِبنِ نَصرٍ

أَبا عَلِيَّ اِبنِ نَصرٍ

وَلَيسَ حَقٌّ كَكِذبِ

وَلَيسَ حَقٌّ كَكِذبِ

for Abu Ali, son of Nasr;

My feet didn’t walk anywhere

Abu Ali, the son of Nasr—

and truth is not like falsehood.

Until my heart walked me there

For the truth is never like a lie.

لَم تَمشِ رِجلي لِشَيءٍ

لَم تَمشِ رِجلي لِشَيءٍ

حَتّى مَشى فيهِ قَلبي

حَتّى مَشى فيهِ قَلبي

My foot never walked toward anything

My foot has never walked toward a thing

until my heart had walked toward it.

Until my heart had walked there first.