يا دارَ فَوزٍ لَقَد أَورَثتِني دَنَفا

يا دارَ فَوزٍ لَقَد أَورَثتِني دَنَفا

وَزادَني بُعدُ داري عَنكُمُ شَغَفا

وَزادَني بُعدُ داري عَنكُمُ شَغَفا

O dwelling of Fawz, you have indeed bequeathed me wasting sickness;

O abode of success, you have bequeathed sadness to me,

And my home's distance from you has deepened my passion.

And my distance from you has increased my yearning.

حَتّى مَتى أَنا مَكروبٌ بِذِكرِكُمُ

حَتّى مَتى أَنا مَكروبٌ بِذِكرِكُمُ

أُمسي وَأُصبِحُ صَبّاً هائِماً دَنِفا

أُمسي وَأُصبِحُ صَبّاً هائِماً دَنِفا

How long shall I be anguished by remembering you?

How long will I remain distressed, remembering you?

At evening and morning I am lovesick, distraught, and ailing.

I spend my nights and days wandering in grief.

لا أَستَريحُ وَلا أَنساكُمُ أَبَداً

لا أَستَريحُ وَلا أَنساكُمُ أَبَداً

وَلا أَرى كَربَ هَذا الحُبِّ مُنكَشِفا

وَلا أَرى كَربَ هَذا الحُبِّ مُنكَشِفا

I find no rest, nor do I ever forget you,

I find no rest and never forget you,

Nor do I see the anguish of this love dispelled.

Nor do I see an end to this torment of love.

ما ذُقتُ بَعدَكُمُ عَيشاً سُرِرت بِهِ

ما ذُقتُ بَعدَكُمُ عَيشاً سُرِرت بِهِ

وَلا رَأَيتُ لَكُم عِدلاً وَلا خَلَفا

وَلا رَأَيتُ لَكُم عِدلاً وَلا خَلَفا

Since parting from you, I have tasted no life that pleased me,

Since you left, I’ve tasted no sweet life,

Nor have I seen your equal or anyone to take your place.

Nor seen from you justice or loyalty.

إِنّي لَأَعجَبُ مِن قَلبٍ يُحِبُّكُمُ

إِنّي لَأَعجَبُ مِن قَلبٍ يُحِبُّكُمُ

وَما رَأى مِنكُمُ بِرّاً وَلا لَطَفا

وَما رَأى مِنكُمُ بِرّاً وَلا لَطَفا

I truly marvel at a heart that loves you,

I wonder at a heart that loves you,

Yet has seen neither kindness nor gentleness from you.

Yet has seen no kindness or affection from you.

لَولا شَقاوَةُ جَدّي ما عَرَفتُكُمُ

لَولا شَقاوَةُ جَدّي ما عَرَفتُكُمُ

إِنَّ الشَقِيَّ الَّذي يَشقى بِمَن عَرَفا

إِنَّ الشَقِيَّ الَّذي يَشقى بِمَن عَرَفا

Were it not for my ill fortune, I would not have known you;

If not for my ancestor’s misfortune, I'd not have known you.

Truly wretched is the one who suffers through someone he has known.

It’s wretched he who suffers for knowing you!

مازِلتُ بَعدَكُمُ أَهذي بِذِكرِكُمُ

مازِلتُ بَعدَكُمُ أَهذي بِذِكرِكُمُ

كَأَنَّ ذِكرَكُمُ بِالقَلبِ قَد رُصِفا

كَأَنَّ ذِكرَكُمُ بِالقَلبِ قَد رُصِفا

Since parting from you, I have kept raving about you,

I rave madly remembering you,

As though your remembrance had been set fast in my heart.

As if the memory of you has fully possessed my heart.

يا لَيتَ شِعري وَما في لَيتَ مِن فَرَجٍ

يا لَيتَ شِعري وَما في لَيتَ مِن فَرَجٍ

هَل ما مَضى عائِدٌ مِنكُم وَما سَلَفا

هَل ما مَضى عائِدٌ مِنكُم وَما سَلَفا

Would that I knew—though 'would that' brings no relief—

Oh, if only I knew! But alas, no relief comes

Whether what once came from you, all that has passed, will return.

From you, neither present nor past.

إِصرِف فُؤادَكَ يا عَبّاسُ مُنصَرِفاً

إِصرِف فُؤادَكَ يا عَبّاسُ مُنصَرِفاً

عَنها يَكُن عَنكَ كَربُ الحُبِّ مُنصَرِفاً

عَنها يَكُن عَنكَ كَربُ الحُبِّ مُنصَرِفاً

Turn your heart away, O Abbas,

Divert your heart away, O Abbas,

From her, and love's anguish will turn away from you.

So that the agony of love may be diverted from you.

لَو كانَ يَنساهُمُ قَلبي نَسيتُهُمُ

لَو كانَ يَنساهُمُ قَلبي نَسيتُهُمُ

لَكِنَّ قَلبي لَهُم وَاللَهِ قَد أَلِفا

لَكِنَّ قَلبي لَهُم وَاللَهِ قَد أَلِفا

If my heart could forget them, I would forget them,

If only my heart could forget them, I'd forget them!

But, by God, my heart has grown attached to them.

But nay, my heart is accustomed to them, by God.

أَشكو إِلَيكِ الَّذي بي يا مُعَذِبَتي

أَشكو إِلَيكِ الَّذي بي يا مُعَذِبَتي

وَما أُقاسي وَما أَسطيعُ أَن أَصِفا

وَما أُقاسي وَما أَسطيعُ أَن أَصِفا

I complain to you of what ails me, O my tormentor,

To you I complain of her who torments me,

And of what I endure, though I cannot describe it.

Of what I endure, which I've no strength to describe.

يا هَمَّ نَفسي وَيا سَمعي وَيا بَصَري

يا هَمَّ نَفسي وَيا سَمعي وَيا بَصَري

حَتّى مَتى حُبُّكُم بِالقَلبِ قَد كَلِفا

حَتّى مَتى حُبُّكُم بِالقَلبِ قَد كَلِفا

O my soul's care, O my hearing, O my sight,

Oh my soul, my hearing, my sight!

How long will love for you remain clinging to my heart?

How long will love of you grip my heart?

ما كُنتُ أَعلَمُ ما هَمٌّ وَما جَزَعٌ

ما كُنتُ أَعلَمُ ما هَمٌّ وَما جَزَعٌ

حَتّى شَرِبتُ بِكَأسِ الحُبِّ مُغتَرِفا

حَتّى شَرِبتُ بِكَأسِ الحُبِّ مُغتَرِفا

I did not know what worry was or what anguish was,

I did not know anxiety or anguish,

Until I drank from love's cup, scooping from it.

Until I drank long draughts from the cup of love.

ثارَت حَرارَتُها في الصَدرِ فَاِشتَعَلَت

ثارَت حَرارَتُها في الصَدرِ فَاِشتَعَلَت

كَأَنَّما هِيَ نارٌ أُطعِمَت سَعَفا

كَأَنَّما هِيَ نارٌ أُطعِمَت سَعَفا

Its heat surged within my breast and burst into flame,

Its heat flared up in my chest and caught fire,

As though it were a fire fed with palm fronds.

As if it were kindling set alight.

طافَ الهَوى بِعِبادِ اللَهِ كُلِّهِمُ

طافَ الهَوى بِعِبادِ اللَهِ كُلِّهِمُ

حَتّى إِذا مَرَّ بي مِن بَينِهِم وَقَفا

حَتّى إِذا مَرَّ بي مِن بَينِهِم وَقَفا

Passion went round all God's servants,

Love circulated among all of God's servants,

Until it passed by me among them and stopped.

Until when it passed by me from among them, it halted.

إِذا جَحَدتُ الهَوى يَوماً لِأَدفِنَهُ

إِذا جَحَدتُ الهَوى يَوماً لِأَدفِنَهُ

في الصَدرِ نَمَّ عَلَيَّ الدَمعُ مُعتَرِفا

في الصَدرِ نَمَّ عَلَيَّ الدَمعُ مُعتَرِفا

If one day I deny my passion to bury it

When I try to bury it one day and deny it,

In my breast, my tears betray me, confessing it.

Tears flow down my cheeks, confessing it.

لَم أَلقَ ذا صِفَةٍ لِلحُبِّ يَنعَتُهُ

لَم أَلقَ ذا صِفَةٍ لِلحُبِّ يَنعَتُهُ

إِلّا وَجَدتُ الَّذي بي فَوقَ ما وَصَفا

إِلّا وَجَدتُ الَّذي بي فَوقَ ما وَصَفا

I have never met anyone offering a description of love

I have not seen an attribute describing love

Without finding that what I suffer surpasses what he described.

Except that I found what's in me surpasses its description.

يُضَحّي فُؤادي بِهَذا الحُبِّ مُلتَحِماً

يُضَحّي فُؤادي بِهَذا الحُبِّ مُلتَحِماً

وَقفاً وَيُمسي عَلَيَّ الحُبُّ مُلتَحِفا

وَقفاً وَيُمسي عَلَيَّ الحُبُّ مُلتَحِفا

My heart spends the morning fused with this love,

My heart is sacrificed to this love, clinging,

Held fast; at evening love enfolds me.

Kneeling at night, and in the morning love wraps around me.

ما ظَنُّكُم بِفَتىً طالَت بَلِيَّتُهُ

ما ظَنُّكُم بِفَتىً طالَت بَلِيَّتُهُ

مُرَوَّعٍ في الهَوى لا يَأمَنُ التَلَفا

مُرَوَّعٍ في الهَوى لا يَأمَنُ التَلَفا

What do you think of a youth whose affliction has lasted so long,

What think you of a man whose affliction grew long,

Terror-stricken in love, fearing he may perish?

Terrified by love, fearing destruction?

يا فَوزُ كَيفَ بِكُم وَالدارُ قَد شُحَطَت

يا فَوزُ كَيفَ بِكُم وَالدارُ قَد شُحَطَت

بي عَنكُمُ وَخروجُ النَفسِ قَد أَزَفا

بي عَنكُمُ وَخروجُ النَفسِ قَد أَزَفا

O Fawz, how can I be with you, when the dwelling has borne

O bliss! How are you when the house lies desolate,

Me far from you, and the soul's departure draws near?

Parted from you, and my soul nears departure?

قَد قُلتُ لَمّا رَأَيتُ المَوتَ يَقصِدُني

قَد قُلتُ لَمّا رَأَيتُ المَوتَ يَقصِدُني

وَكادَ يَهتِفُ بي داعيهِ أَو هَتَفا

وَكادَ يَهتِفُ بي داعيهِ أَو هَتَفا

I said, when I saw death making for me,

When I saw death coming for me,

And its summoner almost called to me—or had called:

Its caller almost crying out to me, I said:

أَموتُ شَوقاً وَلا أَلقاكُمُ أَبَداً

أَموتُ شَوقاً وَلا أَلقاكُمُ أَبَداً

يا حَسرَتا ثُمَّ يا شَوقا وَيا أَسَفا

يا حَسرَتا ثُمَّ يا شَوقا وَيا أَسَفا

I die of longing, and shall never meet you.

“I die of yearning, never to meet you,

O my heartbreak! Then O my longing, and O my grief!

Oh what regret! What longing! What sorrow!"