أَفاطِمَ إِنَّ النأيَ يُسلي ذَوي الهَوى

أَفاطِمَ إِنَّ النأيَ يُسلي ذَوي الهَوى

إِنَّ النأيَ يُسلي ذَوي الهَوى

إِنَّ النأيَ يُسلي ذَوي الهَوى

O Fatimah, distance indeed consoles those in love.

Afatim, separation consoles the passionate

Distance indeed consoles those in love.

Separation consoles the passionate

أَرى حَرَجاً ما نِلتُ مِن وُدِّ غَيرِكُم

أَرى حَرَجاً ما نِلتُ مِن وُدِّ غَيرِكُم

وَنافِلَةً ما نِلتُ مِن وُدِّكُم رُشدا

وَنافِلَةً ما نِلتُ مِن وُدِّكُم رُشدا

I deem the affection I have gained from anyone but you a sin,

I find it hard, what I got from the love of others

And what I have gained of your affection an added blessing and right guidance.

And extra, what I got from your love, rightly guided

وَما نَلتَقي مِن بَعدِ نأيٍ وَفُرقَةٍ

وَما نَلتَقي مِن بَعدِ نأيٍ وَفُرقَةٍ

وَشَحطِ نَوى إِلّا وَجَدتُ لَها بَردا

وَشَحطِ نَوى إِلّا وَجَدتُ لَها بَردا

And never do we meet after distance and separation

We do not meet after separation and divide

And far-off parting, without feeling the coolness she brings

Except I find in it, a cooling

عَلى كَبِدٍ قَد كادَ يُبدي بِها الهَوى

عَلى كَبِدٍ قَد كادَ يُبدي بِها الهَوى

نُدوباً وَبَعضُ القَومِ يَحسَبُني جَلدا

نُدوباً وَبَعضُ القَومِ يَحسَبُني جَلدا

Upon a liver where love had almost laid bare

Upon a liver, which almost reveals through it, passion

Scars—yet some people think me steadfast.

Scars, and some of the people think me hardy