شفائي من الآلام في الشّفَةِ اللميا

شفائي من الآلام في الشّفَةِ اللميا

بريقتها أحْيَا وإلا فلا مَحْيا

بريقتها أحْيَا وإلا فلا مَحْيا

My cure for pain lies in the dusky lip.

My remedy for pains lies in her dewy lips,

Through her saliva I live; otherwise, there is no life.

Their radiance revived me, else no life have I.

وكيفَ وريّا لا تجودُ بريقةٍ

وكيفَ وريّا لا تجودُ بريقةٍ

إذا لم أجِدْ في الماءِ من ظمإ رِيّا

إذا لم أجِدْ في الماءِ من ظمإ رِيّا

And how can I live, when Rayya will not give a little saliva,

How could the dawn not shed its radiance,

when I find no relief from thirst in water?

If I found no water to quench my thirst?

فتاةٌ تديرُ السحرَ من لحظ مُقلةٍ

فتاةٌ تديرُ السحرَ من لحظ مُقلةٍ

A maiden who dispenses magic through a glance of her eye,

A girl who works her magic with a glance,

And turns away as she wishes in her aloofness.

وتعرضُ إعراضَ المنى في صدودها

وتعرضُ إعراضَ المنى في صدودها

ولوْ أقبلتْ بالوَصْلِ أقبلتِ الدّنْيَا

ولوْ أقبلتْ بالوَصْلِ أقبلتِ الدّنْيَا

And in her rejection she turns away as wishes do;

If she would unite with me, the world would unite,

And were she to turn to me in union, the world would turn to me.

Why did she not grant safety from her sword-like eyelashes,

وما بالها لم تُعْطِ مِنْ سيف جفنها

وما بالها لم تُعْطِ مِنْ سيف جفنها

أماناً وقد أعطاه من سيفه يحيى

أماناً وقد أعطاه من سيفه يحيى

And why has she not granted, from her eyelid's sword,

When Yahya granted safety from his sword?

safety, though Yahya has already granted it from his sword?

Tamim's son protected the religion of guidance,

حمى ابنُ تميم بالظبا ملّةَ الهدى

حمى ابنُ تميم بالظبا ملّةَ الهدى

وأضْحَى زمامُ الملك في يده العَليا

وأضْحَى زمامُ الملك في يده العَليا

Ibn Tamim defended the faith of right guidance with sword-blades,

And the reins of kingship came into his noble hand.

and the reins of sovereignty came to rest in his exalted hand.

If our hopes wither, his gifts

وَإنْ أجْدَبَتْ آمالُنَا فهباتُهُ

وَإنْ أجْدَبَتْ آمالُنَا فهباتُهُ

حدائقُ لم تَعْدَمْ لأنملِهِ سُقْيَا

حدائقُ لم تَعْدَمْ لأنملِهِ سُقْيَا

And even if our hopes grow barren, his gifts are

Are gardens that lacked no watering for ants.

gardens that have never lacked watering from his fingertips.