شَهد الشَفاه حلا بِطيب شفاء

شَهد الشَفاه حلا بِطيب شفاء

فَاِمنُن بِبَعض المَن لِلحُكَماء

فَاِمنُن بِبَعض المَن لِلحُكَماء

The honey of the lips is sweet with wholesome healing;

The lips testified to the sweetness of healing

So bestow some of that bounty on the physicians.

So believe in giving some favor to the wise

وَكَفاك أَجر لمك اِن يَغنيهمو

وَكَفاك أَجر لمك اِن يَغنيهمو

عَن كُل طب نافِع وَدَواء

عَن كُل طب نافِع وَدَواء

And your dusky lips earn reward enough [uncertain reading] if they free them

And suffice you the reward if it enriches them

From every useful treatment and medicine.

From every beneficial medicine and remedy

وَكَفاك اِجر رِضاب ثَغرِكَ اِنَّهُ

وَكَفاك اِجر رِضاب ثَغرِكَ اِنَّهُ

ماء الحَياةِ وَرافِعُ اللأواء

ماء الحَياةِ وَرافِعُ اللأواء

And the reward of your mouth's nectar suffices you: it is

And suffice you the reward of your mouth's pleasure if it

The water of life, and the dispeller of hardship.

Is the water of life and elevates aspirations

اِن الجَميلَ لَقَد حَباكَ جَميلُه

اِن الجَميلَ لَقَد حَباكَ جَميلُه

فَاِمنُن وَلا تَبخل بِذي النُعماء

فَاِمنُن وَلا تَبخل بِذي النُعماء

The Beautiful One has indeed bestowed His beauty upon you;

Indeed, the beautiful one has gifted you his beauty

So be generous, and do not withhold this blessing.

So believe and do not be stingy with the generous one

وَاِذا أَتاكَ الصَب مُلتَهِب الحَشا

وَاِذا أَتاكَ الصَب مُلتَهِب الحَشا

زَفَراتُهُ ضرب من الرمضاء

زَفَراتُهُ ضرب من الرمضاء

And when the love-stricken one comes to you, burning within,

And if the passionate youth comes to you

His sighs like heat from sun-scorched ground,

His sighs are a kind of burning

وَرَأَيت لَوعَتِهِ عَلَيهِ تَغَلَّبَت

وَرَأَيت لَوعَتِهِ عَلَيهِ تَغَلَّبَت

شَوقا اِلى ذاكَ الرَحيق النائي

شَوقا اِلى ذاكَ الرَحيق النائي

And you see his anguish has overwhelmed him,

And you see his fervor has overcome him

In longing for that far-off nectar,

Yearning for that distant sweet nectar

فَاِمنُن عَلَيهِ بِرِشفَة اِو نَفحَة

فَاِمنُن عَلَيهِ بِرِشفَة اِو نَفحَة

مِن روحِ لُقمان يَفز بِرَجاء

مِن روحِ لُقمان يَفز بِرَجاء

Then grant him a sip or a breath

So believe in granting him a sip or breath

Of Luqman's spirit, so that he may attain his hope.

From Luqman's soul to kindle hope

وَاِذا رَأَيتَ الحُب مِن أَلَم الجَوى

وَاِذا رَأَيتَ الحُب مِن أَلَم الجَوى

هد القوى بِشَدائِد البُأَساءِ

هد القوى بِشَدائِد البُأَساءِ

And when you see that love, through the pain of yearning,

And if you see love has weakened his strength with the agony of passion

Has shattered strength through the harsh trials of affliction,

Give him iron morsels generously

عاطيهِ سلفات الحَديد تكرما

عاطيهِ سلفات الحَديد تكرما

مِن قَلبِكَ الجافي بِكُل رِضاء

مِن قَلبِكَ الجافي بِكُل رِضاء

Offer him iron sulfate, as a kindness,

From your heart that is dry of all acceptance

From your hard heart, with full willingness.

For God's sake, O hard eyebrows that

لِله در قسي حاجِبك الَّتي

لِله در قسي حاجِبك الَّتي

كَم جَندَلَت ظُلما مِن الشُهَداء

كَم جَندَلَت ظُلما مِن الشُهَداء

How splendid, by God, your eyebrow's bows, which

Have wrongfully slain many martyrs

Have unjustly felled so many martyrs!

You may be astonished at the strangeness of their words

قَد تُهت عَجبا في غَرابَةِ قَولِهِم

قَد تُهت عَجبا في غَرابَةِ قَولِهِم

اِنَّ الرَشا الرامي مِن السُعَداء

اِنَّ الرَشا الرامي مِن السُعَداء

Indeed, I am lost in wonder at their strange saying:

That the happy thrower shoots his arrows

That the archer-gazelle is among the fortunate.

So for the sake of those sleepy ones and what

فَبِحَق تِلكَ الناعِسات وَما لَها

فَبِحَق تِلكَ الناعِسات وَما لَها

مِن يَقَظَة أَصمت بِها أَحشائي

مِن يَقَظَة أَصمت بِها أَحشائي

So, by those languid eyes and what they possess

Makes my insides silent but their vigilance

Of wakefulness, by which my inward parts were struck dead,

I leaned towards the heart of a deprived lover

اِلّا عَطَفت عَلى فُؤاد مُتيم

اِلّا عَطَفت عَلى فُؤاد مُتيم

دَنف الحَشاد اِنّي المحبة نائي

دَنف الحَشاد اِنّي المحبة نائي

Will you not take pity on a heart enslaved by love,

The warmth of love, I am deprived indeed

Sick at heart [unclear text]—indeed, I am far away in love?

How I ransom you with the sweetness of my willing life

كَم أَفتديك بحلو عمري راضيا

كَم أَفتديك بحلو عمري راضيا

مِن كُلِّ بَاس ذُقته وَعَناء

مِن كُلِّ بَاس ذُقته وَعَناء

How often I willingly ransom you with the sweetness of my life,

From every harm I have tasted and fatigue

From every hardship you have tasted, and every ordeal!

O how often my misfortunes clashed with you

يا طالَما صادَمت فيكَ عَواذِلي

يا طالَما صادَمت فيكَ عَواذِلي

وَسدلت ثَوبي ساتِرا لِدِمائي

وَسدلت ثَوبي ساتِرا لِدِمائي

Oh, how often I have clashed with my reproachers for your sake,

And I lowered my garment covering my blood

And let my robe fall to conceal my blood!

So by the one who shed the blood of the family of love with

فَبِمَن أَراق دِماء آل الحب مَع

فَبِمَن أَراق دِماء آل الحب مَع

حُسن الرِضا وَحباك أَمر وَلائي

حُسن الرِضا وَحباك أَمر وَلائي

So, by the one who shed the blood of love's kin, with

Good acceptance and your love is my allegiance

Gracious acceptance, and granted you command over my allegiance,

Do not be stingy with the ointment of closeness which

لا تَبخَلَن بمرهم القربِ الَّذي

لا تَبخَلَن بمرهم القربِ الَّذي

هُوَ منتهى طبي وَعَين دَوائي

هُوَ منتهى طبي وَعَين دَوائي

Do not withhold the salve of nearness, which

Is the utmost of my medicine and essence of my remedy

Is my ultimate treatment and my very remedy.

And show kindness to the youth who ransomed you with his soul

وَاِعطِف عَلى صب فَداك بِنَفسِهِ

وَاِعطِف عَلى صب فَداك بِنَفسِهِ

يَهديكَ خلاقي لِحُسن وَفائي

يَهديكَ خلاقي لِحُسن وَفائي

And take pity on a lover who ransomed you with his own life;

My Creator guides you to fulfill my allegiance

May my Creator guide you to the beauty of my fidelity.