هَل في ادِّكارِ الحَبيب مِن حَرَجِ

هَل في ادِّكارِ الحَبيب مِن حَرَجِ

أَم هَل لِهَمِّ الفُؤادِ مِن فَرَجِ

أَم هَل لِهَمِّ الفُؤادِ مِن فَرَجِ

Is there any blame in remembering the beloved?

Is there shame in remembering the beloved

Or is there any relief for the heart's sorrow?

Or is there relief for the worries of my heart

أَم كَيفَ أَنسى مَسِيرنا حُرُماً

أَم كَيفَ أَنسى مَسِيرنا حُرُماً

يَومَ حَلَلنا بِالنَخلِ مشن أَمَجِ

يَومَ حَلَلنا بِالنَخلِ مشن أَمَجِ

Or how can I forget our journey as consecrated pilgrims,

How can I forget our walk together veiled

the day we camped by the palms [of] Amaj,

The day we strolled by the date palms leaning

يَومَ يَقُولُ الرَسُولُ قَد أَذِنَت

يَومَ يَقُولُ الرَسُولُ قَد أَذِنَت

فَأَتِ عَلى غَير رِقبَةٍ فَلِجِ

فَأَتِ عَلى غَير رِقبَةٍ فَلِجِ

the day the messenger said, “She has given permission—

The day when the messenger says "She has given permission

so come without fear, then enter.”

So come without waiting another moment"

أَقبَلتُ أَهوي إِلى رِحالِهِمِ

أَقبَلتُ أَهوي إِلى رِحالِهِمِ

أُهدى إِلَيها بِرِيحها الأَرِجِ

أُهدى إِلَيها بِرِيحها الأَرِجِ

I came rushing toward their tents,

I stride yearning towards their encampment

guided to her by her fragrant scent.

Drawn by its perfume through the meadow