عَلى دَمعِ عَيني مِن فِراقِكَ ناظِرٌ

عَلى دَمعِ عَيني مِن فِراقِكَ ناظِرٌ

يُرَقرِقُهُ إِن لَم تُرِقهُ المَحاجِرُ

يُرَقرِقُهُ إِن لَم تُرِقهُ المَحاجِرُ

A watcher attends my eye's tears at parting from you,

My eyes overflow with tears of your absence

making them well up if the eye sockets do not spill them.

Glistening as pearls if you do not shed them

فَدَيتُكَ رَبعَ الصَبرِ بَعدَكَ دارِسُ

فَدَيتُكَ رَبعَ الصَبرِ بَعدَكَ دارِسُ

عَلى أَنَّ فيهِ مَنزِلَ الشَوقِ عامِرُ

عَلى أَنَّ فيهِ مَنزِلَ الشَوقِ عامِرُ

May I be your ransom! In your absence, patience's abode lies in ruins,

I would give a quarter of my patience for you, after you it crumbles

though within it the dwelling of longing flourishes.

Though this is where longing resides prosperously

يُمَثِّلُكَ الشَوقُ الشَديدُ لِناظِري

يُمَثِّلُكَ الشَوقُ الشَديدُ لِناظِري

فأطرِقُ إِجلالاً كَأَنَّك حاضِرُ

فأطرِقُ إِجلالاً كَأَنَّك حاضِرُ

Intense longing conjures you before my eyes,

Longing represents you vividly to my sight

so I bow my head in reverence, as though you were present.

So I bow in reverence as if you were present

وأطوي عَلى حَرِّ الغَرامِ جَوانِحي

وأطوي عَلى حَرِّ الغَرامِ جَوانِحي

وَأُظهِرُ أَنّي عَنكَ لاهٍ وَصابِرُ

وَأُظهِرُ أَنّي عَنكَ لاهٍ وَصابِرُ

And I enclose the heat of passion within my ribs,

And fold my passion-scorched wings

and make a show of being heedless of you and patient.

Pretending to be oblivious and patient about you

عَجِبتُ لِخالٍ يَعبُدُ النارَ دائِماً

عَجِبتُ لِخالٍ يَعبُدُ النارَ دائِماً

بِخَدِّكَ لَم يُحرَق بِها وَهوَ كافِرُ

بِخَدِّكَ لَم يُحرَق بِها وَهوَ كافِرُ

I marvel at a mole that always worships fire,

I'm astonished by one whose deity is always fire

upon your cheek, yet has not been burned by it, though it is an unbeliever.

Yet his cheek was unburnt though an infidel

وَأعجَب مِن ذا أن طَرفِكَ مُنذر

وَأعجَب مِن ذا أن طَرفِكَ مُنذر

يُصَدِّقُ في آياتِهِ وَهوَ ساحِرُ

يُصَدِّقُ في آياتِهِ وَهوَ ساحِرُ

And more wondrous than this is that your gaze is a warner,

More amazing is that your flirtatious glance

confirming the truth through its signs, though it is a sorcerer.

Testifies to its signs though a sorcerer

أَلا يا لقَومي قَد أَراقَ دَمي الهَوى

أَلا يا لقَومي قَد أَراقَ دَمي الهَوى

فَهَل لِقَتيلِ الأَعيُنِ النَجلُ ثائِرُ

فَهَل لِقَتيلِ الأَعيُنِ النَجلُ ثائِرُ

Ah, my people, to my aid! Love has spilled my blood;

Oh my people, love has shed my blood

then is there an avenger for the one slain by wide eyes?

Will the avenger arise for the slain of eyes?

وَمُذ خَبَّروني أَنَّ غُصناً قَوامُهُ

وَمُذ خَبَّروني أَنَّ غُصناً قَوامُهُ

تَيَقَّنتُ أَنَّ القَلبَ مِنّي طائِرُ

تَيَقَّنتُ أَنَّ القَلبَ مِنّي طائِرُ

And ever since they told me that his stature is a bough,

Since I was told a branch standing tall

I have been certain that my heart is a bird.

Was no more, I knew for certain my heart had flown

يَروقُ لِعَيني أَن يَفيضَ غَديرُها

يَروقُ لِعَيني أَن يَفيضَ غَديرُها

إِذا اِنسَدَلَت كَاللَيلِ تِلكَ الغَدائِرُ

إِذا اِنسَدَلَت كَاللَيلِ تِلكَ الغَدائِرُ

It pleases my eye that its pool should overflow,

My eyes delight to see its springs overflowing

when those tresses fall like night.

When the covers of night enshroud those cheeks

وَما اِخضَرَّ ذاكَ الخَدُّ نَبتاً وَإِنَّما

وَما اِخضَرَّ ذاكَ الخَدُّ نَبتاً وَإِنَّما

لِكَثرَةِ ما شُقَّت عَلَيهِ المَرائِرُ

لِكَثرَةِ ما شُقَّت عَلَيهِ المَرائِرُ

And that cheek has not turned green from plant growth, but rather

That cheek grew no herbage, but was rendered green

because of how often gallbladders have been split upon it.

By the multitude of tears that furrowed it