آنَستُ نَفسي بِالتَوَح

آنَستُ نَفسي بِالتَوَح

حُدِ لا أُريدُ بِهِ بَديلا

حُدِ لا أُريدُ بِهِ بَديلا

I have comforted my soul with solitude;

I find solace in endless wandering,

I have found solace in my solitude,

I desire no substitute for it.

Not wanting any alternative to its boundlessness.

Desiring no exchange or substitute.

موفٍ عَلى شَرَفِ المَنِي

موفٍ عَلى شَرَفِ المَنِي

يَةِ مُضمِرٌ حَزَناً دَخيلا

يَةِ مُضمِرٌ حَزَناً دَخيلا

Poised on the brink of death,

Though hidden sorrow dwells in the heights of purpose,

Standing upon the very brink of death,

harboring deep-seated sorrow.

The determination to attain has lasting dwelling places within me.

Nursing a grief that lives within the breath.

لَكِنَّ وارِدَةَ الحِما

لَكِنَّ وارِدَةَ الحِما

مِ مَوائِلاً عِندي مُثولا

مِ مَوائِلاً عِندي مُثولا

But death's visitation—

Oh neighbor who has departed from me,

And yet, the destined drafts of final fate

refuges standing before me [syntax unclear].

Elevating herself through grace and stature.

Appear to me as sanctuaries wait.

يا جيرَةً ذَهَبَت عَلَي

يا جيرَةً ذَهَبَت عَلَي

يَ عَلَوا بِها عَرضاً وَطولا

يَ عَلَوا بِها عَرضاً وَطولا

O neighbors who have turned against me,

My beloved remains inaccessible,

O neighbors who have vanished from my sight,

they bore it aloft, far and wide.

And I have no path to visit him.

Traversing lands in width and endless height,

أَمسى الحَبيبُ وَلا أُطي

أَمسى الحَبيبُ وَلا أُطي

قُ إِلى زِيارَتِهِ سَبيلا

قُ إِلى زِيارَتِهِ سَبيلا

Evening has come upon the beloved, and I cannot

The eyes stand watch

My love is lost; I have no strength to bear,

find a way to visit him.

To reap from me words and tales.

Nor find a path to seek a meeting there.

أَلقَت مُراقَبَةَ العُيو

أَلقَت مُراقَبَةَ العُيو

نِ لِتَجتَني قالاً وَقيلا

نِ لِتَجتَني قالاً وَقيلا

They set watchful eyes at work,

If this continues, life remains,

She cast aside the watch of prying eyes,

to reap talk and gossip.

But little of me will remain for it.

To harvest only gossip and the lies.

إِن دامَ ذا كانَ البَقا

إِن دامَ ذا كانَ البَقا

ءُ وَلا بَقيتُ لَهُ قَليلا

ءُ وَلا بَقيتُ لَهُ قَليلا

If this lasts, there will be life—

If this persists, my life will surely cease,

and may I not live on for it, even briefly.

Nor shall I linger for a moment's peace.