1. رَدَّ السَلامَ رَسولُ بَعضِ الناسِ

    بِاللَهِ قُل يا طَيِّبَ الأَنفاسِ

    The messenger of 'some people' returned the greeting.

    For God's sake, tell me, O sweet-breathed one.

  2. رَدَّ السَلامَ وَذاكَ عُنوانُ الرِضا

    بُشرايَ قَد ذَكَرَ الحَبيبُ الناسي

    He returned the greeting, and that is a sign of favor.

    Joy is mine! The forgetful beloved has remembered.

  3. وَفَهِمتُ مِن نَفسِ الرَسولِ تَعَتُّباً

    قَلبُ الحَبيبِ عَلَيَّ قَلبٌ قاسي

    And I sensed reproach from the messenger himself:

    The beloved's heart is a hard heart toward me.

  4. قُل يا رَسولُ وَما عَلَيكَ مَلامَةٌ

    هُوَ ما أُكابِدُ دائِماً وَأُقاسي

    Speak, O messenger—no blame rests on you.

    It is what I always struggle with and endure.

  5. قُل لِلحَبيبِ وَحَقِّ عَيشِكَ ما اِنتَهى

    وَلَهي عَلَيكَ وَلا اِنقَضى وَسواسي

    Tell the beloved: by your life, there has been no end

    to my yearning for you, nor have my restless thoughts ceased.

  6. كَيفَ السَبيلُ إِلى الزِيارَةِ خَلوَةً

    وَيلي مِنَ الرُقَباءِ وَالحُرّاسِ

    How can I find a way to visit in private?

    Woe to me because of the watchers and the guards!

  7. حَقٌّ عَلَيَّ وَواجِبٌ لَكَ أَنَّني

    أَمشي عَلى عَيني إِلَيكَ وَراسي

    It is my duty, and an obligation owed to you, that I

    walk to you on my eye and my head.

  8. لا أَشتَهي أَحَداً سِوايَ يَراكَ يا

    بَدرَ السَماءِ وَيا قَضيبَ الآسِ

    I wish no one but myself to see you, O

    full moon of the sky, and O myrtle bough!

  9. وَأَنَزَّهُ اِسمَكَ أَن تَمُرَّ حُروفُهُ

    مِن غَيرَتي بِمَسامِعِ الجُلّاسِ

    And I hold your name too sacred for its letters to reach

    —out of my jealousy—the ears of those gathered.

  10. فَأَقولُ بَعضُ الناسِ عَنكَ كِنايَةً

    خَوفَ الوُشاةِ وَأَنتَ كُلَّ الناسِ

    So I say 'some people' as a veiled reference to you,

    for fear of tale-bearers, though you are everyone.

  11. وَأَغارُ إِن هَبَّ النَسيمُ لِأَنَّهُ

    مُغرىً بِهَزِّ قَوامِكَ المَيّاسِ

    And I grow jealous if the breeze blows, for it

    is enamored of swaying your gracefully swaying figure.

  12. وَيَروعُني ساقي المُدامِ إِذا بَدا

    فَأَظُنُّ خَدَّكَ مُشرِقاً في الكاسِ

    And the wine-pourer startles me when he appears,

    so I imagine your cheek shining in the cup.