يا مَن يَجودُ بِمَوعِدٍ مِن حَظِّهِ

يا مَن يَجودُ بِمَوعِدٍ مِن حَظِّهِ

وَيَصُدُّ حينَ أَقولُ أَينَ المَوعِدُ

وَيَصُدُّ حينَ أَقولُ أَينَ المَوعِدُ

O you who generously promise a meeting to your own advantage,

O you who makes promises of favors

And turn away when I say, “Where is the promised meeting?”

Yet withdraws when I ask, where is the promise?

وَيَظَلُّ صَبّاغُ الحَياءِ بِخَدِّهِ

وَيَظَلُّ صَبّاغُ الحَياءِ بِخَدِّهِ

تَعِباً يُعَصفِرُ تارَةً وَيُوَرِّدُ

تَعِباً يُعَصفِرُ تارَةً وَيُوَرِّدُ

And the dyer of bashfulness on your cheek remains

Modesty's dyer stays blushing in his cheek

Weary, dyeing it now with safflower, now rose-red.

Tired, at times turning yellow, at others turning red

ماذا يَضُرُّكَ لَو رَثيتَ لِعاشِقٍ

ماذا يَضُرُّكَ لَو رَثيتَ لِعاشِقٍ

قَلَقٍ يَقومُ بِهِ هَواكَ وَيَقعُدُ

قَلَقٍ يَقومُ بِهِ هَواكَ وَيَقعُدُ

What harm would it do you to pity a lover,

What harm would it do you to console a lover

Restless, whom love for you makes stand and sit?

Restless, roused and rested by his passion for you?

تَجِدُ العُيونُ رُقادَها وَرُقادَهُ

تَجِدُ العُيونُ رُقادَها وَرُقادَهُ

حَتّى الصَباحِ مَسَرَّةٌ لا توجَدُ

حَتّى الصَباحِ مَسَرَّةٌ لا توجَدُ

Eyes find their sleep, but his sleep

Eyes find their sleep and his sleep

Until morning is a joy that cannot be found.

Till dawn a pleasure not to be found

وَلَهُ إِذا ما قَصَّرَ اللَيلُ الكَرى

وَلَهُ إِذا ما قَصَّرَ اللَيلُ الكَرى

لَيلٌ طَويلُ العُمرِ aلَيسَ لَهُ يَدُ

لَيلٌ طَويلُ العُمرِ aلَيسَ لَهُ يَدُ

And when slumber shortens the night, he has

And when the hated night grows short for him

A long-lived night that has no hand.

He has a long-lived night that has no end