أَغار عَلى الصَبّ من أَنَّبَه

أَغار عَلى الصَبّ من أَنَّبَه

هُوَ الحُبُّ من يُطفِه أَلهَبَه

هُوَ الحُبُّ من يُطفِه أَلهَبَه

Whoever rebukes the lovelorn assails him.

I defend the lovesick one against those who rebuke him; for this is love: whoever tries to quench it only makes it burn.

Such is love: whoever quenches it sets it ablaze.

My heart has drifted far from me while my longing remains; by God, how wondrously strange is my affair!

نَأَى القَلبُ عَنّي وَشَوقي مَعي

نَأَى القَلبُ عَنّي وَشَوقي مَعي

فَلِلَّه أَمرِيَ ما أَعجَبَه

فَلِلَّه أَمرِيَ ما أَعجَبَه

My heart has gone far from me, yet my longing is with me.

My inmost heart pines for my slayer; such is the way of passion for those who have experienced it.

By God, how strange my plight!

The character of one who tastes it softens, and the nature of one refined by it becomes gentle.

يَحِنُّ فُؤادي إِلى قاتِلي

يَحِنُّ فُؤادي إِلى قاتِلي

كَذاك الهَوى عِندَ مَن جَرَّبَه

كَذاك الهَوى عِندَ مَن جَرَّبَه

My heart yearns for my slayer.

He generously offers good will to the one who angers him, and seeks the comfort of the one who exhausted him.

Such is love for whoever has experienced it.

When the infatuation of love consumes my heart, it prays for bliss for the very one who tormented it.

تَرِقُّ شَمائلُ مَن ذاقَهُ

تَرِقُّ شَمائلُ مَن ذاقَهُ

وَتَلطُف شَمأَلُ مِن هَذَّبه

وَتَلطُف شَمأَلُ مِن هَذَّبه

The manners of whoever has tasted it grow tender,

and the disposition of one it has refined grows gentle.

يَجُود لِمُسخِطه بِالرِضا

يَجُود لِمُسخِطه بِالرِضا

وَيَطلب راحَةَ مَن أَتعَبَه

وَيَطلب راحَةَ مَن أَتعَبَه

He lavishes goodwill on the one who angers him,

and seeks comfort for the one who wearies him.

إِذا شَفَّ قَلبي غَرامُ الهَوى

إِذا شَفَّ قَلبي غَرامُ الهَوى

دَعا بِالنَعيم لِمَن عَذَّبه

دَعا بِالنَعيم لِمَن عَذَّبه

When love's passion wears my heart thin,

it prays for bliss for the one who torments it.