هَلِ الحائِمُ العَطشانُ مُسقىً بِشُربَةٍ

هَلِ الحائِمُ العَطشانُ مُسقىً بِشُربَةٍ

مِنَ المُزنِ تُروي ما بِهِ فَتُريحُ

مِنَ المُزنِ تُروي ما بِهِ فَتُريحُ

Will the circling, thirsty one be given a draught

Does the thirsty wanderer find relief

from the rainclouds, to quench his thirst and bring him relief?

In a drink of cool water to end his grief?

فَقالَت فَنَخشى إِن سَقَيناكَ شَربَةً

فَقالَت فَنَخشى إِن سَقَيناكَ شَربَةً

تُخَبِّرُ أَعدائي بِها فَتَبوحُ

تُخَبِّرُ أَعدائي بِها فَتَبوحُ

So she said, “We fear that, if we give you a draught,

"No," she said, "for if we let you drink

you will tell my enemies of it and divulge it.”

You may betray us, our secrets leak."

إِذَن فَأَباحَتني المَنايا وَقادَني

إِذَن فَأَباحَتني المَنايا وَقادَني

إِلى أَجَلي عَضبُ السِلاحِ سَفوحُ

إِلى أَجَلي عَضبُ السِلاحِ سَفوحُ

Then may death claim me, and may I be led

So by death I am claimed, by the sword I am maimed

to my appointed end by a keen, blood-spilling blade!

To my fate I am led, though I meant no offense

لَبِئسَ إِذَن مَأوى الكَريمَةِ سِرُّها

لَبِئسَ إِذَن مَأوى الكَريمَةِ سِرُّها

وَإِنّي إِذَن مِن حُبِّكُم لَصَحيحُ

وَإِنّي إِذَن مِن حُبِّكُم لَصَحيحُ

What a wretched refuge I would then be for the noble lady’s secret,

Woe to she who shows kindness but hides veiled pretense

and then I would indeed be cured of my love for you!

Yet my love for you all remains true and intense