زَرَعتُ هَواهُ في جَريبِ مُثلَث

زَرَعتُ هَواهُ في جَريبِ مُثلَث

وَأَشقَيتَهُ ماءَ الدَوامِ عَلى العَهدِ

وَأَشقَيتَهُ ماءَ الدَوامِ عَلى العَهدِ

I sowed my love for him in a triangular plot of land,

I planted his love in a triangular field

And watered it with the water of lasting fidelity to the pledge.

And watered it with eternal covenant

وَسَرجَنتُهُ بِالوَصلِ لَم آلَ جاهِدا

وَسَرجَنتُهُ بِالوَصلِ لَم آلَ جاهِدا

لِيَحرِزُهُ السَرجَينِ مِن آفَةِ الصَد

لِيَحرِزُهُ السَرجَينِ مِن آفَةِ الصَد

And manured it with union, sparing no effort,

I fenced it with attachment, striving tirelessly

So that the manure might shield it from the blight of rejection.

So the fencer would protect it from harm

فَلَمّا تَعالى النَبتُ وَاِخضَرَّ يانِعا

فَلَمّا تَعالى النَبتُ وَاِخضَرَّ يانِعا

وَأَفرَكَ حُبُّ الحُبِّ في سُنبُلِ الوُدِّ

وَأَفرَكَ حُبُّ الحُبِّ في سُنبُلِ الوُدِّ

Then, when the crop grew tall, green and flourishing,

When the plants grew lush and green

And love's grain ripened in the ears of affection,

And the love of love bore fruit in stalks of affection

أَتَتهُ أَكَفُّ الهَجرِ فيها مَناجِل

أَتَتهُ أَكَفُّ الهَجرِ فيها مَناجِل

فَأَسرَعنَ فيهِ حينَ أَدرَكَ بِالحَصدِ

فَأَسرَعنَ فيهِ حينَ أَدرَكَ بِالحَصدِ

The hands of estrangement came upon it, carrying sickles,

The palms of separation came to it, sickles in hand

And hastened to reap it as soon as it ripened.

And hastily reaped when ripe for harvest

فَيا شُؤمُ مالي إِذ يَعطُل لِلشَّقا

فَيا شُؤمُ مالي إِذ يَعطُل لِلشَّقا

وَيا وَيحَ ثَوري صارَ مُعلَفَه كَبِدي

وَيا وَيحَ ثَوري صارَ مُعلَفَه كَبِدي

So alas for my ill-fated wealth, lying idle through misfortune!

Oh what misfortune that my efforts were in vain

And alas for my bull: my liver has become its feeding trough!

Oh what agony that my liver is now its fodder