رسول الهوى بلغ سلامي إلى سلمى

رسول الهوى بلغ سلامي إلى سلمى

وعاط حميّا ثغرها الباسم الألمى

وعاط حميّا ثغرها الباسم الألمى

Messenger of love, convey my greeting to Salma.

Messenger of love, convey my greetings to Selma,

Messenger of passion, convey my greetings to Salma,

And share the heady wine of her smiling, dark-lipped mouth.

And be gentle with her smiling, tender mouth.

And partake of the wine from her smiling, deep-red lips,

وناج هواها، علّ في الغيب رحمة

وناج هواها، علّ في الغيب رحمة

تَدارَكُ هذا القلب أن ينقضي همّا

تَدارَكُ هذا القلب أن ينقضي همّا

And commune with her love; perhaps, in the unseen, mercy

Confide in her love, hoping that mercy

And whisper to her love, that perhaps in the unseen lies a mercy

Will save this heart before it perishes of grief.

Will save this heart from endless worries.

To rescue this heart before it perishes from sorrow.

وبثّ شكاة من مشوق متيّم

وبثّ شكاة من مشوق متيّم

له كبد حرّى تضيق به غمّا

له كبد حرّى تضيق به غمّا

And pour out the lament of one yearning, enslaved by love,

And pour out the longing of an enamored one,

And pour out the complaint of a yearning, captive soul,

Whose burning liver constricts within him in anguish.

Whose burning liver is squeezed with sorrow.

Possessing a burning core that constricts with overwhelming grief.

فكم تحت هذا القلب من لاعج الهوى

فكم تحت هذا القلب من لاعج الهوى

وكم بين هذا الجسم من أضلع كلمى

وكم بين هذا الجسم من أضلع كلمى

For how many searing pangs of love lie beneath this heart,

So much passion aches under this heart,

For how much searing passion lies beneath this heart,

And how many wounded ribs lie within this body!

And so many ribs lie between this body and despair.

And within this body, how many ribs are wounded.

أبيت أناجي الليل نجما كأنما

أبيت أناجي الليل نجما كأنما

حبيب فؤادي صار مستترًا ثَمّا

حبيب فؤادي صار مستترًا ثَمّا

I spend the night communing with a star, as though

I stay up at night, speaking to a star, as if

I spend the night whispering to the stars, as though

My heart's beloved had become hidden there.

My beloved has become hidden in the darkness.

The beloved of my heart has become hidden there.

بلادي بلادي، ما ألذّ الهوى وما

بلادي بلادي، ما ألذّ الهوى وما

أمرّ كؤوس الحب ممتزجا سمّا

أمرّ كؤوس الحب ممتزجا سمّا

My homeland, my homeland—how sweet love is, and how

My country, my country, how sweet is love, and how

My land, my land, how sweet is passion, and yet how

Bitter are the cups of love mixed with poison!

Bitter are the cups of love mixed with poison.

Bitter are the cups of love when mingled with poison.

بلادي ألا عطفٌ عليّ بنظرة

بلادي ألا عطفٌ عليّ بنظرة

حنانينك، ما هذا السلوّ، ولا إثما

حنانينك، ما هذا السلوّ، ولا إثما

My homeland, will you not show me tenderness with a glance?

My country, if only you would show me some kindness,

My land, will you not turn to me with a glance of kindness?

I beg your mercy—this is neither forgetfulness nor sin.

Your tenderness - what is this harshness, this blame?

I beg your tenderness; what is this detachment? It is neither solace nor sin.

ومذ فتحت عيني المدامعُ أبصرَت

ومذ فتحت عيني المدامعُ أبصرَت

هواك، فلا عار عليّ ولا لوما

هواك، فلا عار عليّ ولا لوما

And since tears opened my eye, it has beheld

Since I opened my teary eyes, I have seen

And since the tears forced open my eyes, they have beheld

Your love; no shame rests upon me, nor any blame.

Only your love, so I have no shame or guilt.

Your love alone; thus upon me lies no shame nor blame.

فلله ما حمّلتني من صبابة

فلله ما حمّلتني من صبابة

ولو ذاك في "رضوى" لهدّمه هدما

ولو ذاك في "رضوى" لهدّمه هدما

So, by God, what longing you have made me bear!

By God, what youthful vigor you have burdened me with -

By God, what a burden of longing you have placed upon me—

And were that in Radwa, it would utterly demolish it.

If it were in Rizwa, it would demolish it completely.

Had it been placed upon Mount Radwa, it would have razed it to the ground.