هاجَ الفُؤادُ وَأَمسى الحِلمُ قَد عَزَبا

هاجَ الفُؤادُ وَأَمسى الحِلمُ قَد عَزَبا

بَعدَ العَزاءِ وَبَعدَ الصَبرِ قَد غُلِبا

بَعدَ العَزاءِ وَبَعدَ الصَبرِ قَد غُلِبا

The heart grew restless, and by evening reason had fled;

My heart is stirred and patience has now left

After solace and patience, it lay overcome.

After consolation and after patience they were defeated

وَهاجَهُ ذِكرُ قُربى بَعد سَلوَتِهِ

وَهاجَهُ ذِكرُ قُربى بَعد سَلوَتِهِ

وَراجَعَ القَلبَ ما يَلقى فَقَد نَصَبا

وَراجَعَ القَلبَ ما يَلقى فَقَد نَصَبا

And remembrance of Qurba stirred it after it had found solace,

And the memory of my dear ones stirred it after its tranquility

And suffering returned to the heart, leaving it weary.

And it recalled what it encounters so it erected difficulties

وَجَشَّمَتهُ السُرى قُربى وَما جَشِمَت

وَجَشَّمَتهُ السُرى قُربى وَما جَشِمَت

قُربى سُرى لَيلَةٍ فيهِ وَلا تَعَبا

قُربى سُرى لَيلَةٍ فيهِ وَلا تَعَبا

And Qurba made him endure night travel, though she never endured—

The closeness of my dear ones scratched it and did not scratch

Qurba herself—a night's journey for him, nor any toil.

The closeness of dear ones one night in it nor did it toil

أَقُولُ لَمّا اِلتَقَينا وَهيَ مُعرِضَةٌ

أَقُولُ لَمّا اِلتَقَينا وَهيَ مُعرِضَةٌ

لِقيلِ واشٍ عَلَينا يَقرِضُ الكَذِبا

لِقيلِ واشٍ عَلَينا يَقرِضُ الكَذِبا

I said, when we met and she was turning away,

I say when we met and she was aloof

At the words of a slanderer who spun lies against us:

To vile gossip about us that picks faults and lies

فَقُلتُ لا تُعرِضِي نَفسي الفِداءُ لَكُم

فَقُلتُ لا تُعرِضِي نَفسي الفِداءُ لَكُم

في غَير شَيءٍ وَما نَأتي لَكُم غَضَبا

في غَير شَيءٍ وَما نَأتي لَكُم غَضَبا

So I said: Do not turn away—my soul be your ransom—

So I said “do not be aloof, my soul is ransom for you

For no reason, when we do nothing to anger you.

For no reason whatsoever and we do not come to you in anger”

اللَهُ يَعلَمُ ما أَحبَبتُ حُبَّكُمُ

اللَهُ يَعلَمُ ما أَحبَبتُ حُبَّكُمُ

يا قُربَ مِن خَلقِهِ عُجماً وَلا عَرَبا

يا قُربَ مِن خَلقِهِ عُجماً وَلا عَرَبا

God knows I have loved no one as I love you,

God knows that I loved loving you

O Qurb, among His creatures, non-Arab or Arab.

O kin from His creation, non-Arabs and Arabs

قَد كُنت أَحسَب وَجدي يا قَريب لَكُم

قَد كُنت أَحسَب وَجدي يا قَريب لَكُم

حَتّى أَتَحتِ لَنا بِالخَيفِ قَد ذَهَبا

حَتّى أَتَحتِ لَنا بِالخَيفِ قَد ذَهَبا

I had thought my passion for you, O Qarib,

I used to think my passion for you, O dear one was

Had vanished—until you appeared to us at al-Khayf.

Until separation lowered over us and so it went

لَمّا مَدَدتُ بِحَبل القَلبِ نَحوَكُمُ

لَمّا مَدَدتُ بِحَبل القَلبِ نَحوَكُمُ

خَفَّ الفُؤادُ لِما تَهوَينَ فَانجَذَبا

خَفَّ الفُؤادُ لِما تَهوَينَ فَانجَذَبا

When I stretched the heart's cord toward you,

When I extended with the rope of my heart toward you

The heart hastened toward what you desired and was drawn along.

My heart recoiled from what it plunged into and so was pulled back

وَاللَهِ ما قَرُبَت قُربى وَلا نَزَحَت

وَاللَهِ ما قَرُبَت قُربى وَلا نَزَحَت

إِلّا اِستَخَفَّ إِلَيها قَلبُهُ طَرَبا

إِلّا اِستَخَفَّ إِلَيها قَلبُهُ طَرَبا

By God, Qurba never drew near nor went far,

By God, kinsmen did not approach or depart

But his heart fluttered toward her in rapture.

Except that it lightly hastened toward it, disturbed

وَلا دَعَت شَجوَها يَوماً مُطَوَّقَةٌ

وَلا دَعَت شَجوَها يَوماً مُطَوَّقَةٌ

إِلّا تَرَقرَقَ ماءُ العَينِ فَاِنسَكَبا

إِلّا تَرَقرَقَ ماءُ العَينِ فَاِنسَكَبا

Nor did a ring-necked dove ever voice her grief,

Nor did their complaints on a day when adorned

But tears welled in the eye and then poured down.

Except the water of the eye trickled and poured down

فَإِن كَلِفتَ بِقُربى أَو كَمِدتَ فَقَد

فَإِن كَلِفتَ بِقُربى أَو كَمِدتَ فَقَد

عَنَّتكَ قُربى وَأَترابٌ حِقبا

عَنَّتكَ قُربى وَأَترابٌ حِقبا

So if you are smitten with Qurba or consumed by grief, then indeed

So if you blamed my kin or reproached

Qurba and her peers have tormented you for ages.

Then my kinsmen and comrades blamed you for eras