رَأَيتُ المُحِبّينَ الصَحيحَ هَواهُمُ

رَأَيتُ المُحِبّينَ الصَحيحَ هَواهُمُ

إِذا بَلَغوا الجُهدَ استَراحوا إِلى البُكا

إِذا بَلَغوا الجُهدَ استَراحوا إِلى البُكا

I have seen lovers whose passion is true:

I saw true lovers when they reached the limit of their passion, they rested in tears

I saw those lovers whose passion is true,

When they reach the limit of endurance, they find relief in weeping.

But Ayyub, whenever his heart remembered the one we do not name, stirred,

When pushed to the limit, find solace in tears;

وَلَكِنَّ أَيّوباً إِذا ما فُؤادُهُ

وَلَكِنَّ أَيّوباً إِذا ما فُؤادُهُ

تَذَكَّرَ مَن لَسنا نُسَمّي تَحَرُّكا

تَذَكَّرَ مَن لَسنا نُسَمّي تَحَرُّكا

But Ayyub, whenever his heart

Called for an inkwell at that meeting, and wrote their name on his palm, then erased it

But Ayyub, whenever his heart recalls

Recalled the one we do not name, grew stirred;

If lovers were satisfied with what you were satisfied with, no longing would yearn, nor complain

The one we name not, is stirred with emotion;

دَعا بِدَواةٍ عِندَ ذاكَ مُلاقَةٍ

دَعا بِدَواةٍ عِندَ ذاكَ مُلاقَةٍ

فَخَطَّ اسمَهُ في كَفِّهِ ثُمَّ دَلَّكا

فَخَطَّ اسمَهُ في كَفِّهِ ثُمَّ دَلَّكا

He then called for a prepared inkwell,

He calls for an inkwell, ready at hand,

And wrote his name on his palm, then rubbed.

Writes the name on his palm, then rubs it deep;

فَلَو كانَ يَرضى العاشِقونَ بِمِثلِ ما

فَلَو كانَ يَرضى العاشِقونَ بِمِثلِ ما

رَضيتَ بِهِ ما حَنَّ صَبٌّ وَلا شَكا

رَضيتَ بِهِ ما حَنَّ صَبٌّ وَلا شَكا

So if lovers were content with anything like what

If lovers were satisfied with the likes of what

You have been content with, no lovesick man would yearn or complain.

Has satisfied you, no lover would moan or complain.