عَينَاكَyour two eyes أمَكَنَتِenabled الشَّيطَانَthe devil مِنinto خَلَدِيmy heart
عَينَاكَ أمَكَنَتِ الشَّيطَانَ مِن خَلَدِي
إنَّindeed العُيُونَthe eyes لأَعوَانُsurely are helpers الشَّيَاطِينِof the devils
إنَّ العُيُونَ لأَعوَانُ الشَّيَاطِينِ
Your eyes let the devil into my heart.
Eyes are surely the devils’ helpers.
كَمhow many لَيلَةٍa night بِتُّI spent مَطوِيَّاcurled up عَلَىwith حَرَقٍburning anguish
كَم لَيلَةٍ بِتُّ مَطوِيَّا عَلَى حَرَقٍ
أَشكُوI complain إلَىto النَّجمِthe star حَتَّىuntil كَادَit nearly يَشكُونِيcomplained of me
أَشكُو إلَى النَّجمِ حَتَّى كَادَ يَشكُونِي
How many nights I lay curled up with burning anguish,
complaining to the star until it nearly complained of me.
ياoh مَاhow أُمَيلَحَهُlovely he is ظَبيٌa gazelle فُتِنتُI was captivated بِهِby him
يا مَا أُمَيلَحَهُ ظَبيٌ فُتِنتُ بِهِ
وَأيُّand what خَلقٍcreature بِظَبيٍby a gazelle غَيرُis not مَفتُونشenchanted
وَأيُّ خَلقٍ بِظَبيٍ غَيرُ مَفتُونش
How lovely is the gazelle that has captivated me!
And who has ever seen a gazelle and remained uncharmed?
يَجلُوreveals نَبَاتضgrowth أَقَاحٍof daisies مِنfrom بَنَاتِthe daughters of فَمٍa mouth
يَجلُو نَبَاتض أَقَاحٍ مِن بَنَاتِ فَمٍ
يُسمَىis called بِمِثلِby a name like بُنَيَّاتِthe little daughters of الزَّرَاجِينِthe vines
يُسمَى بِمِثلِ بُنَيَّاتِ الزَّرَاجِينِ
It reveals a growth of daisies among the daughters of a mouth,
called by a name like the little daughters of the vines.
وَوَجنَتَينِand two cheeks هُمَاthey are تُفَّاحَتَاtwo apples قُبَلِيof my kisses
وَوَجنَتَينِ هُمَا تُفَّاحَتَا قُبَلِي
فَاترُكso leave سِوَايَbesides me وَتُفَّاحَand the apples of البَسَاتِينِthe gardens
فَاترُك سِوَايَ وَتُفَّاحَ البَسَاتِينِ
And two cheeks are the apples of my kisses;
so leave aside the apples of the gardens and turn to me.
فُتُونُthe enchantment of عَينَيكَyour eyes تَنهَانِيforbids me وَتأمُرُنِيand commands me
فُتُونُ عَينَيكَ تَنهَانِي وَتأمُرُنِي
وَوَردُand the roses of خَدَّيكضyour cheeks يُغرِيtempts بِيme وَيُغرِينِيand entices me
وَوَردُ خَدَّيكض يُغرِي بِي وَيُغرِينِي
The enchantment of your eyes forbids me and commands me,
and the roses of your cheeks tempt me and draw me on.
أمَاindeed لَئِنeven if بِعتُI sold دِينِيmy faith وَاشتَرَيتُand bought بِهِwith it
أمَا لَئِن بِعتُ دِينِي وَاشتَرَيتُ بِهِ
دُنيَاthe world لَمَاI would never بِعتُsell فِيكَfor you الدِّينَfaith بِالدُّونِfor something base
دُنيَا لَمَا بِعتُ فِيكَ الدِّينَ بِالدُّونِ
Even if I sold my faith and bought with it
the world, I would never sell my faith in you for something base.
أستَغفِرُI ask forgiveness اللهَof God لاَno وَاللهand by God مَاnot نَفَعَتhelped
أستَغفِرُ اللهَ لاَ وَالله مَا نَفَعَت
فِيagainst سِحرِthe spell of مُقلَتِهِhis eyes آيَاتُthe verses of يَاسِينٍِYā Sīn
فِي سِحرِ مُقلَتِهِ آيَاتُ يَاسِينٍِ
I ask God’s forgiveness—no, by God, the verses of Yā Sīn
have not helped against the spell of his eyes.
سًبحَانَglory be to مَنthe One who خَلَقَcreated الأشيَاءَthe things قَاطِبَةًall of them
سًبحَانَ مَن خَلَقَ الأشيَاءَ قَاطِبَةً
تُرَاهُdo you suppose He صَوَّرَshaped ذَاكَthat الجِسمَbody مِنfrom طِينِclay
تُرَاهُ صَوَّرَ ذَاكَ الجِسمَ مِن طِينِ
Glory to the One who created all things:
could He have shaped that body from clay?
يَاO أهلَpeople of صَبرَةَṢabra وَالأحبَابُand the loved ones عِندَكُمُare among you
يَا أهلَ صَبرَةَ وَالأحبَابُ عِندَكُمُ
إنif كَانَthere is عِندَكُمُamong you صَبرٌpatience فَوَاسُونِيthen console me
إن كَانَ عِندَكُمُ صَبرٌ فَوَاسُونِي
People of Ṣabra, my loved ones are among you;
if you have any patience to spare, console me.
إنِّيindeed I أدِينُprofess بِدِينشthe religion of الحُبِّlove وَيحَكُمُalas for you
إنِّي أدِينُ بِدِينش الحُبِّ وَيحَكُمُ
وَاللهُand God قَدindeed قَالَsaid لاَno إكرَاهَcompulsion فِيin الدِّينِreligion
وَاللهُ قَد قَالَ لاَ إكرَاهَ فِي الدِّينِ
I profess the religion of love—alas for you!
And God has said, “There is no compulsion in religion.”
مَولاَيَmy master لاَdo not تُشمِتِlet gloat الأَعدَاءَthe enemies بِيover me وَإذَاand if
مَولاَيَ لاَ تُشمِتِ الأَعدَاءَ بِي وَإذَا
نَسِيتَyou forget قَولِيَmy words فَاذكُرthen remember قَولَthe words of هَارُونِAaron
نَسِيتَ قَولِيَ فَاذكُر قَولَ هَارُونِ
My master, do not let my enemies rejoice at my plight; and if
you forget my words, remember Aaron’s words.
حَاسِبreckon هَوَاكَyour love بِمَاby what أنفَقتُI have spent مِنof عُمُرِيmy life
حَاسِب هَوَاكَ بِمَا أنفَقتُ مِن عُمُرِي
وَاللهِby God لَوif كَانَwere عُمرِيmy life كَنزَthe treasure of قَارُونِQārūn
وَاللهِ لَو كَانَ عُمرِي كَنزَ قَارُونِ
Reckon the worth of your love by the years of my life I have spent;
by God, even if my life were the treasure of Qārūn.
لَوif كُنتُI أمَلِكُowned نَفسِيmy soul يَاO مُعَذِّبَهَاyou who torment it
لَو كُنتُ أمَلِكُ نَفسِي يَا مُعَذِّبَهَا
قَرَّبتُهَاI would offer it لَكَto you فيamong بَعضِsome of القَرَابِينِthe sacrifices
قَرَّبتُهَا لَكَ في بَعضِ القَرَابِينِ
If I owned my soul, you who torment it,
I would offer it to you among the sacrifices.
Sol 6