لَقَد لامَني يا هِندُ في الحُبِّ لائِمٌ

لَقَد لامَني يا هِندُ في الحُبِّ لائِمٌ

مُحِبٌّ إِذا عُدَّ الصِحابُ حَبيبُ

مُحِبٌّ إِذا عُدَّ الصِحابُ حَبيبُ

Indeed, O Hind, a reproacher has reproached me for love—

The critic chided me, O Hind, about love, a blamer

A loving man, a dear friend when friends are counted.

A lover, if company is counted, is a comrade

فَما هُوَ بِالواشي عَلى مَذهَبِ الهَوى

فَما هُوَ بِالواشي عَلى مَذهَبِ الهَوى

وَلا هُوَ في شَرعِ الوِدادِ مُريبُ

وَلا هُوَ في شَرعِ الوِدادِ مُريبُ

So, by love's creed, he is no tale-bearer,

Yet he's no talebearer, by passion’s creed,

Nor is he suspect under affection's law.

Nor doubtful, by affection’s law, of probity.

وَصَفتُ لَهُ مَن أَنتِ ثُمَّ جَرى لَنا

وَصَفتُ لَهُ مَن أَنتِ ثُمَّ جَرى لَنا

حَديثٌ يَهُمُّ العاشِقينَ عَجيبُ

حَديثٌ يَهُمُّ العاشِقينَ عَجيبُ

I described to him who you are; then between us arose

I told him who you were, then we conversed

A wondrous conversation of interest to lovers.

In wondrous talk enchanting to lovers.

وَقُلتُ لَه صَبراً فَكُلُّ أَخي هَوى

وَقُلتُ لَه صَبراً فَكُلُّ أَخي هَوى

عَلى يَدِ مَن يَهوى غَداً سَيَتوبُ

عَلى يَدِ مَن يَهوى غَداً سَيَتوبُ

And I said to him, 'Patience! For every lover

I said, “Have patience.” Every brother I love

Will repent tomorrow at the hands of the one he loves.'

Will repent tomorrow at his beloved’s hand.