يا مَنْ تَجَنَّبَ دَمْعي مِنْهُ حِينَ وَشَى

يا مَنْ تَجَنَّبَ دَمْعي مِنْهُ حِينَ وَشَى

سُلْطانُ حُبِّكَ لمْ يَقْبَلْ عَلَيَّ رُشا

سُلْطانُ حُبِّكَ لمْ يَقْبَلْ عَلَيَّ رُشا

O you who shunned the tears I shed for you when they told tales,

O you who avoided my tear when it scattered,

The sovereign of love for you accepted no bribes against me.

Your love's authority did not turn to me gently.

وكَمْ شَكاني اشْتِكائي من هوى قَمَرٍ

وكَمْ شَكاني اشْتِكائي من هوى قَمَرٍ

مُحَكَّمٍ في قُلوبِ الخَلْقِ كَيفَ يَشا

مُحَكَّمٍ في قُلوبِ الخَلْقِ كَيفَ يَشا

And how often my lament has complained of me for love of a moon,

And how much did my complaining of love for a moon

Empowered to rule people's hearts however he wishes.

Firmly enthroned in people's hearts however he wishes, complain.

يا خَاضِباً مِنْ دَمِي أَسْيافَ ناظِرِهِ

يا خَاضِباً مِنْ دَمِي أَسْيافَ ناظِرِهِ

وَمَنْ عَبَدْتُ غَرامِي فِيه حينَ نَشا

وَمَنْ عَبَدْتُ غَرامِي فِيه حينَ نَشا

O you who dye the swords of your gaze with my blood,

O you who unsheathed from my blood the swords of his looks,

And you whom I worshipped out of my passion for you when it arose,

And whom I worshipped, my passion for him when it awoke.

هذا فُؤاديَ طَوْعاً لَوْ هَمَمْتَ بِهِ

هذا فُؤاديَ طَوْعاً لَوْ هَمَمْتَ بِهِ

يَمْشي إِلَيْكَ إِذا اسْتَمْشَيْتَهُ لَمَشى

يَمْشي إِلَيْكَ إِذا اسْتَمْشَيْتَهُ لَمَشى

Here is my heart, willingly offered, should you desire it;

It would walk to you if you made it walk, it would walk.

It walks toward you; if you bade it walk, it would indeed walk.

And here is my love, the wounds of its limbs,

وَهذهِ مُهْجَتي جَرْحى جَوَارِحُها

وَهذهِ مُهْجَتي جَرْحى جَوَارِحُها

يَزِيدُها رِيُّها مِنْ وِرْدِها عَطَشا

يَزِيدُها رِيُّها مِنْ وِرْدِها عَطَشا

And here is my soul, its limbs wounded;

Its saliva increases its thirst for its roses.

Drinking its fill from its watering place only increases its thirst.