أَباحَ لِطَيفي طَيفُها في الكَرى الخَدّ

أَباحَ لِطَيفي طَيفُها في الكَرى الخَدّ

فَعَضَّ بِهِ تُفاحَةً وَاِجتَنى وَردا

فَعَضَّ بِهِ تُفاحَةً وَاِجتَنى وَردا

In sleep, her phantom yielded her cheek to my phantom.

Her charming apparition graced the cheeks in the settlements

So mine bit an apple there and plucked roses.

And so she bit an apple and plucked a rose

وَألمَتني ثَغراً شَمَمتُ نَسيمهُ

وَألمَتني ثَغراً شَمَمتُ نَسيمهُ

فَخُيِّلَ لي أَنّي شَمَمتُ بِهِ نَدّا

فَخُيِّلَ لي أَنّي شَمَمتُ بِهِ نَدّا

And she pained me with lips whose breath I inhaled [wording unclear].

And a mouth that I breathed in its breeze enthralled me

So it seemed to me that I had smelled fragrant incense in it.

I imagined I breathed in it pleasure from intimacy

وَلَو قَدَرَت زارَت عَلى حال يَقظَةٍ

وَلَو قَدَرَت زارَت عَلى حال يَقظَةٍ

وَلَكِن حِجابُ البَينِ ما بَينَنا مُدّا

وَلَكِن حِجابُ البَينِ ما بَينَنا مُدّا

And had she been able, she would have visited in waking life.

If she could, she would visit in a state of wakefulness

But the veil of separation was stretched between us.

But the veil of separation is extended between us

أَما وَجَدَت عَنّا الشؤونُ مُعَرَّجا

أَما وَجَدَت عَنّا الشؤونُ مُعَرَّجا

وَلا وَجَدَت مِنّا خُطوبُ النَوى بُدّا

وَلا وَجَدَت مِنّا خُطوبُ النَوى بُدّا

Have life's affairs found no way to turn aside from us,

Neither did our affairs find crookedness

Nor separation's calamities any escape from us?

Nor did the worries of purpose find in us any deviation

سَقى اللَهُ صَوبَ القَطر أَمَّ عُبَيدَةٍ

سَقى اللَهُ صَوبَ القَطر أَمَّ عُبَيدَةٍ

كَما قَد سَقَت قَلبي عَلى حَرِّه بَردا

كَما قَد سَقَت قَلبي عَلى حَرِّه بَردا

May God water Umm Ubaydah with pouring rain,

May Allah water the direction of the rain clouds, or Ubaydah's

As she has given my heart coolness to drink despite its heat.

As it has watered my heart in its heat with coldness

هيَ الظَبيُ جيداً وَالغَزالَةُ مُقلَةً

هيَ الظَبيُ جيداً وَالغَزالَةُ مُقلَةً

وَرَوضُ الرُبى فَوحا وَغُصن الَّتي قَدّا

وَرَوضُ الرُبى فَوحا وَغُصن الَّتي قَدّا

She is a gazelle in neck and a doe in eye,

She is the gazelle in beauty and the doe eyed

And a hillside garden in fragrance, and a bough in stature [wording incomplete].

And the meadow of pasture land lush and the branch that was picked