يا جامعَ الحسْنِ أما

يا جامعَ الحسْنِ أما

لصدِّكَ الدهرَ أمدُ

لصدِّكَ الدهرَ أمدُ

O you who embody beauty, is there no

O you who brought beauty together, for how long

end to your lifelong rejection?

Will you be indifferent to my longing throughout time?

لي فيكَ دمعٌ ما رقا

لي فيكَ دمعٌ ما رقا

يوماً وطرفٌ ما رقدْ

يوماً وطرفٌ ما رقدْ

For you, I have tears that have not ceased

For you, I have tears that never ceased,

for a single day, and an eye that has not slept.

And eyes that never slept a day.

جمالُكَ الزاهي السنا

جمالُكَ الزاهي السنا

حديثُهُ العالي السند

حديثُهُ العالي السند

Your beauty, radiant in splendor—

Your radiant beauty, its noble tradition,

its tale has a lofty chain of transmission.

Shot an arrow into my heart, from your glance that never knew sleep.

سهماً إلى قلبي رمى

سهماً إلى قلبي رمى

طرفُكَ لا ذاقَ رمَدْ

طرفُكَ لا ذاقَ رمَدْ

An arrow at my heart was shot

He who saw the flowing hair coming from you

by your eye—may it never suffer inflammation.

Should prostrate himself before God.

ومَنْ رأى شعراً سجا

ومَنْ رأى شعراً سجا

منكَ فللهِ سجدْ

منكَ فللهِ سجدْ

And whoever saw the draped hair

Your cheek was protected by water,

of yours prostrated himself before God.

Else it would have ignited by fire.

خدُّكَ بالماءِ اتقى

خدُّكَ بالماءِ اتقى

لولاهُ بالنارِ اتقدْ

لولاهُ بالنارِ اتقدْ

Your cheek shielded itself with water;

Glory to the Lord who created

without it, it would have blazed with fire.

Your lips, purer than ice.

سبحانَ ربٍّ قدْ برى

سبحانَ ربٍّ قدْ برى

ثغرَكَ أصفى مِن بَرَدْ

ثغرَكَ أصفى مِن بَرَدْ

Glory to a Lord who has fashioned

Your frown, how much agony did faces

your mouth purer than hailstones.

Feel because of it, and how much passion and fervor!

مُضْناكَ كم قاسى وجى

مُضْناكَ كم قاسى وجى

فيكَ وكمْ وجدٍ وجدْ

فيكَ وكمْ وجدٍ وجدْ

Your lovesick one—how much pain he has endured

My love is old, and over it

for you, and how much longing he has known!

My sleep has never gained victory.

عشقي قديمٌ قدْ طرا

عشقي قديمٌ قدْ طرا

عليهِ ما نومي طرَدْ

عليهِ ما نومي طرَدْ

My love is old; there has come

My passions have no end,

upon it what has driven my sleep away.

Nor does my devotion have limits.

ليسَ لأشواقي مدى

ليسَ لأشواقي مدى

ولا لسلواني مدَدْ

ولا لسلواني مدَدْ

There is no limit to my longings,

From his glance, a sword unsheathed,

nor any aid for my consolation.

And from his mouth, a home furnished.

مِنْ طرفه سيفاً نضا

مِنْ طرفه سيفاً نضا

مِنْ ثغرِهِ داراً نضَدْ

مِنْ ثغرِهِ داراً نضَدْ

From his eye he unsheathed a sword;

None who fell in love tasted

from his mouth he built up a house.

What I tasted of yearning from him.

ما ذاقَ ذو وجدٍ كما

ما ذاقَ ذو وجدٍ كما

قدْ ذقتُ فيهِ مِنْ كمدْ

قدْ ذقتُ فيهِ مِنْ كمدْ

No lover has tasted anything like

O my tormentor! You are most unfair,

the anguish I have tasted on his account.

And for the blamers, a lesson to be learned!

يا عذَّلي أنتمْ عدى

يا عذَّلي أنتمْ عدى

وللملمّاتِ عددْ

وللملمّاتِ عددْ

O my reproachers, you are enemies,

For I met all vanishing

and tools for calamities.

In some of his dignity.

لأنني كلُّ الفنا

لأنني كلُّ الفنا

ألقاهُ منْ بعضِ الفندْ

ألقاهُ منْ بعضِ الفندْ

For all the ruin

I encounter comes from some folly.