تَشكو إِلَيهِ أَنَّ صا

تَشكو إِلَيهِ أَنَّ صا

حِبَها جَفاها مُذ جَفاها

حِبَها جَفاها مُذ جَفاها

She complains to him that her companion

She complains to him that her companion has forsaken her since he forsaken her

has shunned her ever since he shunned her.

She hid from him, concealing herself

خَفِيَت عَلَيهِ تَسَتُّراً

خَفِيَت عَلَيهِ تَسَتُّراً

مِنهُ وَخَوفاً أَن يَراها

مِنهُ وَخَوفاً أَن يَراها

She hid from his sight, concealing herself

From him and fearing that he would see her

from him, and fearing he might see her.

If he possessed the cure

وَلَو أَنَّهُ مَلَكَ الشِفا

وَلَو أَنَّهُ مَلَكَ الشِفا

ءَ لِما شَكَتهُ لَما شَفاها

ءَ لِما شَكَتهُ لَما شَفاها

And even if he possessed the cure

She would not have complained of him, he would have cured her

for what she complained of, he would not cure her.

If she was presented before his eyes he would have looked upon her and cured her

وَلَو أَنَّها عُرِضَت عَلى

وَلَو أَنَّها عُرِضَت عَلى

عَينَيهِ عايَنَها شِفاها

عَينَيهِ عايَنَها شِفاها

And were she presented before

You have disliked her and loved her

his eyes, he would behold her and cure her.

Alas! She has not attained her wish from him

أَكَرِهتَها وَأُحِبُّها

أَكَرِهتَها وَأُحِبُّها

هَيهاتَ لا بَلَغَت مناها

هَيهاتَ لا بَلَغَت مناها

Do you hate her while I love her?

I sacrifice myself for you! Where has your glory reached of sacrificing for her?

Far be it! May she never attain her wishes!

How can the sky of your glory carry her misfortune?

جُعِلَت فِداكَ وَأَينَ قَد

جُعِلَت فِداكَ وَأَينَ قَد

رُكَ في المَعالي مِن فِداها

رُكَ في المَعالي مِن فِداها

May she be your ransom—but how does your rank

As long as you live, as long as a life for her lives

among the heights compare with her sacrifice?

It is harshness in life, I have no sorrow from it but her

أَنّى يَسومُ سَماءَ مَج

أَنّى يَسومُ سَماءَ مَج

دِكَ اَن يُناطَ بِها ثَراها

دِكَ اَن يُناطَ بِها ثَراها

How could one ask the heaven of your glory

I fear your glory that I say, and would that I knew what it necessitates

to have her dust hung upon it?

Reach your approval, for with her disapproval, in it is her approval

دامَت عُلاكَ فَكُلَّما

دامَت عُلاكَ فَكُلَّما

دامَت لَها دامَت عُلاها

دامَت لَها دامَت عُلاها

May your eminence endure, for whenever

Oh her morning whose complaints were not diverted from you

it endures for her, her eminence endures.

And you will have to be patient for nights of your blame, hating it forever

هِيَ جَفوَةٌ في الدَهرِ ما

هِيَ جَفوَةٌ في الدَهرِ ما

لِيَ حَسرَةٌ مِنهُ سِواها

لِيَ حَسرَةٌ مِنهُ سِواها

It is an estrangement in life; no

Until the nailed one sleeps in her bed from his darkness

heartache have I from it save this.

And her sun dies in it, drowned

وَأَهابُ مَجدَكَ أَن أَقو

وَأَهابُ مَجدَكَ أَن أَقو

لَ وَلَيتَ شِعرِيَ ما اِقتَضاها

لَ وَلَيتَ شِعرِيَ ما اِقتَضاها

And I revere your glory too much to speak;

And the morning eulogizes it

yet would that I knew what prompted it!

So when I reach the dawn with her, her companionship makes me forgetful

أبلغ رِضاكَ فَإِنَّهُ

أبلغ رِضاكَ فَإِنَّهُ

مَعَ سُخطِها فيهِ رِضاها

مَعَ سُخطِها فيهِ رِضاها

Convey your approval, for

And the night, if the light of your smile does not stop it, does not end

despite her displeasure, her satisfaction lies in it.

يا صُبحَها لا صُرفَت عَن

يا صُبحَها لا صُرفَت عَن

كَ الأَعِنَّةُ مِن سُراها

كَ الأَعِنَّةُ مِن سُراها

O her dawn, may they never be turned away from

you—the reins of her journey by night.

وَلَتَحلَمَنَّ عَلى لَيا

وَلَتَحلَمَنَّ عَلى لَيا

لي عَتبِكُم أَبَداً كَراها

لي عَتبِكُم أَبَداً كَراها

And she shall surely dream, throughout the nights

of your reproach, forever of their slumber,

حَتّى يَنامَ عَلى مَضا

حَتّى يَنامَ عَلى مَضا

جِعِها المُسَمِّرُ مِن دُجاها

جِعِها المُسَمِّرُ مِن دُجاها

until there sleeps upon their beds

the night-talker from their darkness,

وَيَموتُ فيها شَمسُها غَرَقاً

وَيَموتُ فيها شَمسُها غَرَقاً

وَيَندُبُها ضُحاها

وَيَندُبُها ضُحاها

and their sun dies within them, drowned,

and their forenoon mourns them.

فَإِذا بَلَغتُ بِها إِلى

فَإِذا بَلَغتُ بِها إِلى

سَحَرٍ تَغَشّاني عِشاها

سَحَرٍ تَغَشّاني عِشاها

So when I make my way through them as far as

the hour before dawn, their dusk envelops me.

وَاللَيلُ إِن لَم يُنهِهِ

وَاللَيلُ إِن لَم يُنهِهِ

ضَوءُ اِبتِسامِكَ لا تَناهى

ضَوءُ اِبتِسامِكَ لا تَناهى

And night, unless ended by

the light of your smile, will never end.