كَم مِن حَديثِ مُعجَبٍ عِندي لَكا

كَم مِن حَديثِ مُعجَبٍ عِندي لَكا

لَو قَد نَبَذتُ بِهِ إِلَيكَ لَسَرَّكا

لَو قَد نَبَذتُ بِهِ إِلَيكَ لَسَرَّكا

Many a delightful tale I have for you;

How many a wondrous tale I have for you,

I possess so many wondrous tales for you,

Were I to cast it your way, it would delight you.

Had I but sent it forth, it would please you,

Which, were I to share, would surely delight you;

مِمّا يَزيدُ عَلى الإِعادَةِ جِدَّةً

مِمّا يَزيدُ عَلى الإِعادَةِ جِدَّةً

غَضٌّ إِذا خَلَقُ الحَديثِ أَمَلَّكا

غَضٌّ إِذا خَلَقُ الحَديثِ أَمَلَّكا

One that grows fresher with each retelling,

More novel than repetition, fresher still,

Tales that only increase in novelty with retelling,

Still fresh when threadbare talk has bored you.

When conversation's art does so compel,

Staying fresh when worn-out conversation bores you.

وَكَأَنَّني بِكَ قَد شُغِفتَ بِحُسنِهِ

وَكَأَنَّني بِكَ قَد شُغِفتَ بِحُسنِهِ

فَخَطَطتَهُ حِرصاً عَلَيهِ بِكَفِّكا

فَخَطَطتَهُ حِرصاً عَلَيهِ بِكَفِّكا

And I can picture you already enthralled by its beauty,

And I envision you enraptured by its charm,

I can just see you now, captivated by their beauty,

So you have penned it with your own hand, eager to preserve it.

Tracing it eagerly by your hand's calm,

Writing them down eagerly with your own hand,

تَتَبَّعُ الظُرَفاءُ إِعجاباً بِهِ

تَتَبَّعُ الظُرَفاءُ إِعجاباً بِهِ

حَتّى تُحَدِّثَ مَن تُحِبُّ فَيَضحَكا

حَتّى تُحَدِّثَ مَن تُحِبُّ فَيَضحَكا

Admiring it, you seek out the wits,

Seeking its gems in wonder and delight,

Seeking out the refined to marvel at them,

Until you tell the one you love, and he laughs.

Relating it to those dear till laughter's height.

So you may tell your beloved, and make him laugh.