نَسِيَتني حَوادِثُ الأَيّامِ

نَسِيَتني حَوادِثُ الأَيّامِ

وَصَفَت عيشَتي وَقَلَّ اِهتِمامي

وَصَفَت عيشَتي وَقَلَّ اِهتِمامي

The vicissitudes of the days have forgotten me.

The events of time have made me forget

The misfortunes of the days have forgotten me,

And my life has grown serene, and my cares have dwindled.

And diminished my interest in living

My life has turned serene, and my cares are few.

أَقطَعُ الدَهرَ بِالنَدامى الكِرامِ

أَقطَعُ الدَهرَ بِالنَدامى الكِرامِ

وَرُكوبِ الهَوى وَشُربِ المُدامِ

وَرُكوبِ الهَوى وَشُربِ المُدامِ

I pass the time with noble drinking companions,

I pass time in revelry and drink

I cut through time with noble drinking companions,

and by riding desire and drinking wine,

And a gazelle that captivates souls when she inclines

Riding the steed of passion and quaffing wine,

وَغَزالٍ يَسبي النُفوسَ إِذا هَت

وَغَزالٍ يَسبي النُفوسَ إِذا هَت

تَكَ مِنهُ مَآزِرَ الإِحرامِ

تَكَ مِنهُ مَآزِرَ الإِحرامِ

and with a gazelle who captivates souls when he tears

Her ornaments of pilgrimage from him

And with a gazelle who ravishes souls when he

from himself the loincloths of consecration.

I have enjoyed him in my vigils

Tears away the garments of sacred consecration.

قَد تَمَتَّعتُ مِنهُ في يَقَظاتي

قَد تَمَتَّعتُ مِنهُ في يَقَظاتي

وَبِطَيفِ الخَيالِ في الأَحلامِ

وَبِطَيفِ الخَيالِ في الأَحلامِ

I have taken pleasure in him in my waking hours,

And in a dream vision at night

I have taken pleasure in him during my waking hours,

and in his phantom image in dreams.

I have embraced him and our night guard upon us

And through the phantom of imagination in dreams.

وَتَبَطَّنتُهُ وَحارِسُنا اللَي

وَتَبَطَّنتُهُ وَحارِسُنا اللَي

لُ عَلَينا مِنهُ لِحافُ ظَلامِ

لُ عَلَينا مِنهُ لِحافُ ظَلامِ

And I lay with him, with the night as our guardian,

From him is a cover of darkness

I held him close, and our watchman was the night,

its blanket of darkness over us.

My proud soul refused except

Casting over us a coverlet of darkness.

أَنِفَت نَفسِيَ العَزيزَةُ أَن تَق

أَنِفَت نَفسِيَ العَزيزَةُ أَن تَق

نَعَ إِلّا بِكُلِّ شَيءٍ حَرامِ

نَعَ إِلّا بِكُلِّ شَيءٍ حَرامِ

My proud soul disdained to be content

To be content with everything forbidden

My proud soul disdained to ever find contentment

with anything but all that is forbidden.

No matter when it is, for I have attained

Save in the pursuit of all that is forbidden.

ما أُبالي مَتى يَكونُ وَقَد قَض

ما أُبالي مَتى يَكونُ وَقَد قَض

ضَيتُ مِنهُ السُرورَ كَأسُ حِمامي

ضَيتُ مِنهُ السُرورَ كَأسُ حِمامي

I care not when—now that I have had

From him pleasure like the cup of my dove

I care not when it comes, now that I have attained

my fill of joy from him—the cup of my death will come.

My full joy of him—the cup of my own death.