حَبيبي إنّ حبّك ملءُ قَلبي

حَبيبي إنّ حبّك ملءُ قَلبي

وَإِن لَم تحظَ مِن رؤياك عينُ

وَإِن لَم تحظَ مِن رؤياك عينُ

My beloved, indeed your love has filled my heart,

My beloved, truly my love for you fills my heart,

though no eye has been graced with a vision of you.

And though no eye has enjoyed the sight of you,

يقرّبُكَ الضميرُ إليّ حتّى

يقرّبُكَ الضميرُ إليّ حتّى

يُخيّل أنّه ما ثمّ بينُ

يُخيّل أنّه ما ثمّ بينُ

My inmost self draws you close to me, until

My inner heart draws you close to me, until

it seems there is no “between” there.

It seems there is no separation between us.

فَقَلبي مِنكَ مرآةُ التجلّي

فَقَلبي مِنكَ مرآةُ التجلّي

وِذكركَ في جلا الأصداءِ قينُ

وِذكركَ في جلا الأصداءِ قينُ

For my heart, through you, is the mirror of manifestation,

So my heart is a mirror of your self-revelation,

and remembrance of you is a smith, burnishing rust away.

And remembrance of you is a smith polishing away the rust.

وَعَيني كربلاءُ جرَت دماءً

وَعَيني كربلاءُ جرَت دماءً

لأنّ مِنها قد اِفتُقِدَ الحسينُ

لأنّ مِنها قد اِفتُقِدَ الحسينُ

My eye is Karbala, streaming blood,

And my eye is Karbala, flowing with blood,

because al-Husayn is absent from it.

For al-Husayn is missing from it.