أُحِبُّكَ بِالطَبعِ البَعيدِ مِنَ الحِجى

أُحِبُّكَ بِالطَبعِ البَعيدِ مِنَ الحِجى

وَأَقلاكَ بِالعَقلِ البَريءِ مِنَ الخَبلَ

وَأَقلاكَ بِالعَقلِ البَريءِ مِنَ الخَبلَ

I love you by instinct, far removed from reason,

I love you with a nature far from pretense

And loathe you with a mind free of madness.

And I think highly of you with a mind free of madness

فَأَنتَ صَديقي إِن ذَهَبتُ إِلى الهَوى

فَأَنتَ صَديقي إِن ذَهَبتُ إِلى الهَوى

وَأَنتَ عَدوّي إِن رَجَعتُ إِلى العَقلِ

وَأَنتَ عَدوّي إِن رَجَعتُ إِلى العَقلِ

So you are my friend if I turn to passion,

So you are my friend if I go towards passion

And you are my enemy if I return to reason.

And you are my enemy if I return to reason

وَسِيّانِ عِندي مَن طَواني عَلى جَوىً

وَسِيّانِ عِندي مَن طَواني عَلى جَوىً

يُعَذِّبُ قَلبي أَو طَواني عَلى دَخلِ

يُعَذِّبُ قَلبي أَو طَواني عَلى دَخلِ

And to me they are alike: one who enfolds me in burning heartache

And the two are the same to me, one who urges me to fervor

That torments my heart, or one who enfolds me in hidden malice.

That tortures my heart, or one who urges me to gain

وَما الحُبُّ إِلّا ذِلَّةٌ وَاِستِكانَةٌ

وَما الحُبُّ إِلّا ذِلَّةٌ وَاِستِكانَةٌ

لِمَولىً أَرى إِعزازَهُ وَيَرى ذُلّي

لِمَولىً أَرى إِعزازَهُ وَيَرى ذُلّي

And love is nothing but abasement and submission

For love is nothing but humiliation and submission

To a master whose exaltation I behold, while he beholds my abasement.

To a master whom I see honored while I'm disgraced

وَلَو أَنَّني خُيِّرتُ مَن أَمنَحُ الهَوى

وَلَو أَنَّني خُيِّرتُ مَن أَمنَحُ الهَوى

لَما اِختَرتُ أَن أَهوى هَوىً وَمَعي عَقلي

لَما اِختَرتُ أَن أَهوى هَوىً وَمَعي عَقلي

And if I were given a choice of whom to grant my love,

And if I were given a choice of who to give passion to

I would not choose to fall in love while my reason was still with me.

I would not choose to love a passion with my reason still with me

وَلَكِنَّهُ لا رَأيَ في الحُبِّ لِلفَتى

وَلَكِنَّهُ لا رَأيَ في الحُبِّ لِلفَتى

فَيَعلَمَ يَوماً ما يُمِرُّ وَما يُحلي

فَيَعلَمَ يَوماً ما يُمِرُّ وَما يُحلي

But a young man has no judgment in love

Yet there is no choice in love for the young man

By which to know one day what brings bitterness and what brings sweetness.

To know one day what will pass and what will remain

وَلَو كانَ في العَشقِ اِختِيارٌ لَأَقصَرَت

وَلَو كانَ في العَشقِ اِختِيارٌ لَأَقصَرَت

قُلوبٌ عَنِ المَحبوبِ ما ضَنَّ بِالبَذلِ

قُلوبٌ عَنِ المَحبوبِ ما ضَنَّ بِالبَذلِ

And if there were any choice in passionate love, there would draw back

And if there was choice in passion, hearts would have shortened

Hearts from the beloved so long as he begrudged giving.

What they stingily gave to the beloved

وَلَم يُحسِنِ الصَبُّ التَقاضي وَدونَهُ

وَلَم يُحسِنِ الصَبُّ التَقاضي وَدونَهُ

غَريمٌ مُسيءٌ لا يَمَلُّ مِنَ المَطلِ

غَريمٌ مُسيءٌ لا يَمَلُّ مِنَ المَطلِ

And the lovesick lover has not mastered claiming his due, while before him

And the young man does not know how to bargain

Stands an ill-dealing debtor who never tires of delaying payment.

With an unfair creditor who never tires of demanding