أَأعسفُ في ظلماءِ ظُلمِ عَواذلي

أَأعسفُ في ظلماءِ ظُلمِ عَواذلي

وَبهجةِ وجهِ الحبّ وجهة مهجتي

وَبهجةِ وجهِ الحبّ وجهة مهجتي

Shall I wander blindly in the darkness of my reproachers’ injustice,

Shall I be violent in the darkness of oppressors' injustice,

when the radiance of love’s face is my soul’s destination?

And the joy of the beloved's face is my destination?

يَملّون يُملونَ الملامَ وقَصدهم

يَملّون يُملونَ الملامَ وقَصدهم

ملالي وآمالي بها قد تحلّتِ

ملالي وآمالي بها قد تحلّتِ

They grow weary as they dictate reproach, and their aim is

They blame and blame my blame, and their intention

my weariness—yet my hopes have already been adorned with her.

Is my boredom and my hopes in it have been adorned.

تَجلّت فَجلّت عَن جَناني جنونهم

تَجلّت فَجلّت عَن جَناني جنونهم

وما جُنّتي مِن جِنّتي غَير جَنّتي

وما جُنّتي مِن جِنّتي غَير جَنّتي

She revealed herself, and so dispelled their madness from my heart.

Their madness was revealed, so it was revealed from my gardens

And my only shield against my madness is my paradise.

And my gardens were not from my gardens but my gardens

وَحيّت وَما في الحيّ حيٌّ فَما الحيا

وَحيّت وَما في الحيّ حيٌّ فَما الحيا

بِأسرعَ مِن إحيائها كلَّ ميِّتِ

بِأسرعَ مِن إحيائها كلَّ ميِّتِ

And she offered a greeting when none in the camp was alive; so rain is not

I lived and there is no life in life so what is life

any swifter than she at bringing every dead soul to life.

Quicker than reviving every dead one