ثَوايَ بِهِ ما بي أَسىً وَصَبابَةٌ

ثَوايَ بِهِ ما بي أَسىً وَصَبابَةٌ

طواها فباتَ البَينُ عنها يُترجِمُ

طواها فباتَ البَينُ عنها يُترجِمُ

My abode held what ailed me—sorrow and yearning;

My nights are filled with sorrow and youthfulness

It concealed that yearning; then parting began to give it voice.

She kept it hidden, so separation translates from her

فهاجِرُني أَودى بِحُسن تَبَصُّري

فهاجِرُني أَودى بِحُسن تَبَصُّري

وذا جَلَدي نَهبٌ لَدَيهِ وَمَغنَمُ

وذا جَلَدي نَهبٌ لَدَيهِ وَمَغنَمُ

For he who shuns me has ruined my clear discernment,

So migrate from me or I will perish from your perceptiveness

And this fortitude of mine is plunder and spoils in his possession.

And my skin is prey for it and spoils

لِيَهنِهِم مَثوى الضُلوعِ فإِنَّهُ

لِيَهنِهِم مَثوى الضُلوعِ فإِنَّهُ

سَليمٌ عَلى حُكم الصَبابَة مُسلِمُ

سَليمٌ عَلى حُكم الصَبابَة مُسلِمُ

May the dwelling within my ribs delight them, for it is

To gladden the abode of ribs, for it

Love-stricken, surrendered to yearning's rule.

Is safe under the rule of youth, submissive

فَإِن يَكُ تَعذيبُ المُتَيَّمِ في الهَوى

فَإِن يَكُ تَعذيبُ المُتَيَّمِ في الهَوى

فإِنَّ فُؤادي في هواهُم مُنَعَّمُ

فإِنَّ فُؤادي في هواهُم مُنَعَّمُ

For if there is torment for the love-enslaved in love,

So if tormenting the enamored in passion

Then my heart is blissful in its love for them.

Then my heart in its passion is blissful