مَليحٌ حَكاهُ البَدْرُ عِنْدَ طُلوعِهِ

مَليحٌ حَكاهُ البَدْرُ عِنْدَ طُلوعِهِ

فَلا سِرَّ أَنْ يَحْكِيه عِنْدَ سِرَارِهِ

فَلا سِرَّ أَنْ يَحْكِيه عِنْدَ سِرَارِهِ

A beauty whom the full moon imitated at its rising;

The full moon narrated beautifully at its rising,

So it is no secret that it imitates him in its dark phase.

No wonder it narrates beautifully in its orbit.

أَغَرُّ غِرارُ الجَفْنِ مِنْهُ إِذَا سَطا

أَغَرُّ غِرارُ الجَفْنِ مِنْهُ إِذَا سَطا

جَفا فيهِ جَفْنُ الصبِّ طيبُ غِرارِهِ

جَفا فيهِ جَفْنُ الصبِّ طيبُ غِرارِهِ

Fair-browed—when the blade of his eyelid strikes,

More beguiling is the wetness of the eyelid when it pours forth,

Because of it, sweet, brief sleep forsakes the lover's eyelid.

When the eyelid of morning rain pours forth its beautiful wetness.

أَبيتُ وَلِي جَفْنٌ غَريقٌ بِمَائِهِ

أَبيتُ وَلِي جَفْنٌ غَريقٌ بِمَائِهِ

عَلَيْهِ وَلِي قَلْبٌ حَريقٌ بِنَارِهِ

عَلَيْهِ وَلِي قَلْبٌ حَريقٌ بِنَارِهِ

I pass the night with an eyelid drowned in its own water,

I spent the night with a tearful eyelid in its water,

Over him, and with a heart consumed by its own fire.

And a heart aflame in its fire was mine.

فَديْتُ مُؤذِّناً تَصْبو إِليهِ

فَديْتُ مُؤذِّناً تَصْبو إِليهِ

بِجَامِعِ جِلَّقٍ مِنَّا النُّفُوسُ

بِجَامِعِ جِلَّقٍ مِنَّا النُّفُوسُ

I would give my life for a muezzin, longed for

I would sacrifice a muezzin it inclines toward,

By our souls in Jillaq's congregational mosque.

In Diljaq mosque souls incline toward him.

يَطيرُ النِّسْرُ مِنْ شَوْقٍ إِليهِ

يَطيرُ النِّسْرُ مِنْ شَوْقٍ إِليهِ

وَتَهْوَى أَنْ تُعَانِقَهُ العَرُوسُ

وَتَهْوَى أَنْ تُعَانِقَهُ العَرُوسُ

The Eagle flies toward him out of longing,

The eagles fly toward it out of yearning,

And the Bride longs to embrace him.

And the bride desires to embrace him.