عِشنا إلى أنْ رأَينا في الهوى عَجَبا

عِشنا إلى أنْ رأَينا في الهوى عَجَبا

كلَّ الشهورِ وفي الأمثال عِشْ رَجبَا

كلَّ الشهورِ وفي الأمثال عِشْ رَجبَا

We lived on until we saw a marvel in love—

We have lived to see wonders in love

through every month; yet the proverb says, “Live through Rajab.”

In every month—and the proverb says, "Live till Rajab."

أَليسَ من عَجبٍ أني ضحى ارتْحَلوا

أَليسَ من عَجبٍ أني ضحى ارتْحَلوا

أوقدتُ من ماءِ دَمعي في الحَشا لَهَبا

أوقدتُ من ماءِ دَمعي في الحَشا لَهَبا

Is it not a wonder that, when they departed in the morning, I

Is it not a wonder that, at midmorning when they departed,

kindled, from the water of my tears, a flame within my breast?

I kindled a flame in my breast from the water of my tears,

وأنَّ أجفانَ عَيني أمطرَتْ وَرِقاً

وأنَّ أجفانَ عَيني أمطرَتْ وَرِقاً

وأنَّ ساحةَ خَدِّي أنبتَتْ ذَهَبَا

وأنَّ ساحةَ خَدِّي أنبتَتْ ذَهَبَا

And that the lids of my eyes rained silver,

And that my eyelids rained silver,

while the expanse of my cheek sprouted gold?

And that the field of my cheek sprouted gold?

وإنْ تلهّبَ بَرقٌ من جَوانبِهمْ

وإنْ تلهّبَ بَرقٌ من جَوانبِهمْ

توقّدَ الشّوقُ في جَنْبيَّ والْتَهبا

توقّدَ الشّوقُ في جَنْبيَّ والْتَهبا

And I blazed with lightning from their quarters;

And if lightning flares from their direction,

longing flared in both my sides, and both caught fire.

Longing blazes in my breast and flares.

كأنَّ ما انْعقَّ عنهُ من مُعَصْفرِهِ

كأنَّ ما انْعقَّ عنهُ من مُعَصْفرِهِ

قميصُ يوسُفَ غشَّوْهُ دماً كَذِباً

قميصُ يوسُفَ غشَّوْهُ دماً كَذِباً

As though what was laid bare from its saffron-dyed robe were

As though its safflower-dyed garment, from which it burst,

Joseph’s shirt, covered with false blood.

Were Joseph's shirt, which they covered with false blood.