يا رِيمُ ما لِيَ إِلّا بالهَوى شُغُلُ

يا رِيمُ ما لِيَ إِلّا بالهَوى شُغُلُ

فَمُنْيةُ النَّفْسِ حَيْثُ الأَعْيُنُ النُّجُلُ

فَمُنْيةُ النَّفْسِ حَيْثُ الأَعْيُنُ النُّجُلُ

O gazelle, I have no occupation but love.

O Raym, I have no other concern but love

For the soul's desire is where the wide eyes are.

And the soul's end is where the shy eyes dwell

لَولاكَ ما غَرِقَتْ في الدَّمْعِ إِذْ أَرِقَتْ

لَولاكَ ما غَرِقَتْ في الدَّمْعِ إِذْ أَرِقَتْ

مَدامِعٌ لَمْ يُغازِلْها الكَرى هُطُلُ

مَدامِعٌ لَمْ يُغازِلْها الكَرى هُطُلُ

But for you, they would not have drowned in tears when sleepless—

Had it not been for you, my tears would not have flooded

Streaming eyes, which slumber has not courted.

With unrelenting tears that grief did not send

وَبِالفُؤادِ أَناةٌ حينَ أَجْذِبُهُ

وَبِالفُؤادِ أَناةٌ حينَ أَجْذِبُهُ

إِلى السُّلوِّ وَلكنْ أَدْمُعي عُجُلُ

إِلى السُّلوِّ وَلكنْ أَدْمُعي عُجُلُ

And my heart is slow when I draw it

And my heart shows restraint when I pull it

Toward forgetting love, but my tears are swift.

Toward composure, but my tears are hasty

فَمَنْ لِصَبٍّ بَكى شَوْقاً إِلى بَلَدٍ

فَمَنْ لِصَبٍّ بَكى شَوْقاً إِلى بَلَدٍ

أَقَمْتُ فيهِ وَسُدَّتْ دُونَهُ السُّبُلُ

أَقَمْتُ فيهِ وَسُدَّتْ دُونَهُ السُّبُلُ

So who will help a lovelorn man who wept in longing for a land

So who can cry in yearning for a land

Where I dwelt, with the roads to it barred?

In which I stayed, though the roads to it are blocked?

إِذا الصَّبا نَسَمَتْ فَاقْرَأْ تَحِيَّتَهُ

إِذا الصَّبا نَسَمَتْ فَاقْرَأْ تَحِيَّتَهُ

فَما لَهُ غَيْرُ أَنْفاسِ الصَّبا رُسُلُ

فَما لَهُ غَيْرُ أَنْفاسِ الصَّبا رُسُلُ

When the east wind blows gently, read his greeting;

When the morning breeze blows, read my greetings

For he has no messengers but the breaths of the east wind.

For it has none but the morning breeze as messengers