رُوحي للقاك يا مُناها اشْتَاقَتْ

رُوحي للقاك يا مُناها اشْتَاقَتْ

والأرضُ عليّ كاختيالي ضَاقَتْ

والأرضُ عليّ كاختيالي ضَاقَتْ

My soul has longed to meet you, O its heart’s desire.

My soul yearns to meet you, O beloved

And the earth, like my pride, has grown narrow around me.

And the earth seems narrow to me like my imagination

والنفسُ لَقَدْ ذابَتْ غراماً وجوىً

والنفسُ لَقَدْ ذابَتْ غراماً وجوىً

في جنب رضاك في الهوى ما لاقَتْ

في جنب رضاك في الهوى ما لاقَتْ

And the soul has indeed melted with passion and burning anguish.

Indeed, my soul has melted with love and passion

What it has endured in love is nothing beside your pleasure.

In your acceptance it has found what it sought in love