وجارِيَةٍ تستميلُ القُلُوبَ

وجارِيَةٍ تستميلُ القُلُوبَ

وترْنُو فتجرَحُ حبّاتِهَا

وترْنُو فتجرَحُ حبّاتِهَا

And a slave girl who wins over hearts,

A maiden alluring hearts

And gazes, wounding their very cores.

And wounding her berries when she sings

إذا ما تَغَنَّتْ نَمَى كُلّ شَئٍ

إذا ما تَغَنَّتْ نَمَى كُلّ شَئٍ

جَمَادٍ وأصْغِى لأَصْواتِها

جَمَادٍ وأصْغِى لأَصْواتِها

Whenever she sings, everything grows—

When she trills everything grows

Even the lifeless—and listens to her tones.

Inanimate objects and voices attend to her

ومادَتْ لَها الأرضُ أوْ كادَتِ ال

ومادَتْ لَها الأرضُ أوْ كادَتِ ال

حياةُ تُعَادُ لأمْوَاتِها

حياةُ تُعَادُ لأمْوَاتِها

And the earth sways for her—or almost

And earth almost comes alive for her

Is life restored to its dead.

Life is restored in the dead by her songs

تَهُمُّ بِوِصْلي فَتَبْدُو لَهَا

تَهُمُّ بِوِصْلي فَتَبْدُو لَهَا

ويمْنَعُها خوفُ مَوْلاتِها

ويمْنَعُها خوفُ مَوْلاتِها

She intends to unite with me, then has second thoughts,

She desires to meet me then appears

And fear of her mistress holds her back.

But her mistress' fear prevents her

لبسْتُ تَعاويذَ من كُتْبِها

لبسْتُ تَعاويذَ من كُتْبِها

وأدمنتُ شَمَّ تَحِيّاتِها

وأدمنتُ شَمَّ تَحِيّاتِها

I wore amulets made from her writings,

I wore amulets from her books

And kept inhaling the scent of her greetings.

And got used to the scent of her greetings

فَمَا زادَني ذَاكَ إلا اشتياقاً

فَمَا زادَني ذَاكَ إلا اشتياقاً

إلى قُرْبِهَا ومُنَاجَاتِها

إلى قُرْبِهَا ومُنَاجَاتِها

Yet that only increased my longing

But that only increased my longing

For her nearness and whispered conversation with her.

For her company and whispers