إِنَّ البَلِيَّةَ سَدَّت

إِنَّ البَلِيَّةَ سَدَّت

عَلَيَّ طُرقَ المَذاهِب

عَلَيَّ طُرقَ المَذاهِب

Indeed, calamity has barred

Troubles have blocked for me the ways of doctrine

Verily, this affliction has barred

Every path I might take,

When the eye of my heart saw his

Every path of escape from me,

إِذ أَبصَرَت عَينُ قَلبي

إِذ أَبصَرَت عَينُ قَلبي

لِحَينِهِ المُتَقارِب

لِحَينِهِ المُتَقارِب

When my heart’s eye beheld,

Beautiful face drawing near.

When the eye of my heart beheld—

To its approaching doom,

A gazelle inclining, with each part,

To its own approaching doom—

ظَبياً يَميلُ التَصابي

ظَبياً يَميلُ التَصابي

عَلَيهِ مِن كُلِّ جانِب

عَلَيهِ مِن كُلِّ جانِب

A gazelle—youthful desire inclines

Toward him, from every side.

A gazelle toward whom desire sways

Toward him from every side.

For him dawns of beauty that have

From every single side;

لَهُ مَشارِقُ حُسنٍ

لَهُ مَشارِقُ حُسنٍ

لَيسَت لَهُنَّ مَغارِب

لَيسَت لَهُنَّ مَغارِب

He has sunrises of beauty

No setting.

He possesses sunrises of beauty

For which there are no sunsets.

That never know a setting.