بَلغ النَوى مني مُناهُ

بَلغ النَوى مني مُناهُ

وَالشَوق جاوَزَ مُنتَهاهُ

وَالشَوق جاوَزَ مُنتَهاهُ

Separation has attained its desire in me,

My longing has reached its end

and longing has surpassed its utmost limit.

And my passion has gone beyond its limit

فَعل الغَريب بِنَفسِهِ

فَعل الغَريب بِنَفسِهِ

ما لَيسَ تَفعَلَهُ عِداهُ

ما لَيسَ تَفعَلَهُ عِداهُ

The stranger has done to himself

The stranger has done to himself

what his enemies would not do to him.

What his enemies could not do

يَبكي وَيبكيهِ الحَبيب

يَبكي وَيبكيهِ الحَبيب

وَلَيسَ يَنفَعَهُ بُكاءُ

وَلَيسَ يَنفَعَهُ بُكاءُ

He weeps, and his beloved weeps for him,

He cries and his beloved cries for him

yet weeping does him no good.

But crying is of no use to him

أَهلاً بِطَيف طارق

أَهلاً بِطَيف طارق

زادَ الرَدى عَني سَراهُ

زادَ الرَدى عَني سَراهُ

Welcome to a phantom coming by night:

Welcome, image of one visiting at night

its night journey warded death away from me [reading the verb as 'warded off' rather than the supplied 'increased'].

Whose arrival has increased my distress

أَهلاً بِطَيف زائر

أَهلاً بِطَيف زائر

كَشَفَ الدُجى عَني سَناهُ

كَشَفَ الدُجى عَني سَناهُ

Welcome to a visiting phantom:

Welcome, image of one visiting

its radiance lifted the night's darkness from me.

Whose brightness has dispelled my gloom

يَحظى بِهِ القَلب المُشو

يَحظى بِهِ القَلب المُشو

ق وَمُقلَتي لَيسَت تَراهُ

ق وَمُقلَتي لَيسَت تَراهُ

The yearning heart delights in it,

The ardent heart enjoys it

yet my eye does not see it.

While my eyes cannot see it

حَيّا فَأَحيا في الكَرى

حَيّا فَأَحيا في الكَرى

فَقَضى عَلَيَّ الإِنتِباهُ

فَقَضى عَلَيَّ الإِنتِباهُ

It greeted me and revived me in sleep;

It came to life and brought life to my body

then awakening killed me.

Then it destroyed my alertness