أَنا في المَحَبَّةِ قَد أَطَبت غِراسي

أَنا في المَحَبَّةِ قَد أَطَبت غِراسي

وَبِها البُعادُ لَقَد أَضاعَ حَواسي

وَبِها البُعادُ لَقَد أَضاعَ حَواسي

In love, I have made my plantings thrive.

In love, I have tended my saplings,

And in it, separation has indeed robbed me of my senses.

And in it, separation has confused my senses.

يا مَن لَماهُ يَفوقُ بِنتَ الكاسِ

يا مَن لَماهُ يَفوقُ بِنتَ الكاسِ

قَسَماً بِأَهيفِ قدِّك الميّاسِ

قَسَماً بِأَهيفِ قدِّك الميّاسِ

O you whose dusky lips surpass wine, the daughter of the cup,

O you whose smoothness surpasses a goblet's daughter!

I swear by your slender, swaying form,

I swear by your tall, straight figure,

وَورودِ خدِّكَ والعِذارِ الآسي

وَورودِ خدِّكَ والعِذارِ الآسي

وَجَبينكَ الحاوي المَحاسِنَ وَالبها

وَجَبينكَ الحاوي المَحاسِنَ وَالبها

And by the roses of your cheek and its myrtle-like down,

And the roses of your cheek, and the languishing gazelles,

And by your brow, which holds beauty and splendor,

And your brow, possessing beauty and splendor,

وَهَواكَ إذ عنه المتيَّم ما لها

وَهَواكَ إذ عنه المتيَّم ما لها

ولِحاظِك اللّاتي تَصيدُ بِها المَها

ولِحاظِك اللّاتي تَصيدُ بِها المَها

And by your love, for the enthralled lover has never strayed from it,

And your love - when the yearning complain of it -

And by your sidelong glances, with which you hunt the oryx,

And your glances that hunt with them the glances,

وَجمالِكَ الفتّانِ أَرباب النّهى

وَجمالِكَ الفتّانِ أَرباب النّهى

ما أَنتَ إِلّا فِتنَةٌ لِلنّاسِ

ما أَنتَ إِلّا فِتنَةٌ لِلنّاسِ

And by your beauty, which bewitches those endowed with reason—

And your enchanting beauty, lords of prohibition,

You are nothing but a temptation to humankind.

You are nothing but temptation for people.

خَلّوا العَواذِلَ في الغَرامِ تعيبُني

خَلّوا العَواذِلَ في الغَرامِ تعيبُني

وَلَظى الصبابةِ في هَواهُ يذيبني

وَلَظى الصبابةِ في هَواهُ يذيبني

Let the reproaching women fault me for my love,

Leave off blaming me, O censurers, for my passion,

And the blaze of yearning melts me in my love for him.

And the youths' ardour melts me with its love.

يا مَنْ بأسهُمِ مُقلتَيْهِ يُصيبُني

يا مَنْ بأسهُمِ مُقلتَيْهِ يُصيبُني

أَشكو إِلَيكَ صَبابَتي فَتُجيبُني

أَشكو إِلَيكَ صَبابَتي فَتُجيبُني

O you who strike me with the arrows of your eyes,

O you whose harshness strikes my eyelids,

I complain to you of my yearning, and you answer me:

I complain to you of my youth, so answer me!

مُتْ في المحبّةِ خامِدَ الأنفاسِ

مُتْ في المحبّةِ خامِدَ الأنفاسِ

أَنا مُغرَمٌ صارَ التّصابي فنَّهُ

أَنا مُغرَمٌ صارَ التّصابي فنَّهُ

'Die in love, your breathing stilled.'

Die in love, extinguished of breath.

I am enamored; youthful dalliance has become my art.

I am a lover whom desire has perfected its craft,

وَغدَوتُ مَملوكَ الحبيبِ وقِنَّهُ

وَغدَوتُ مَملوكَ الحبيبِ وقِنَّهُ

أَتَصدُّني يا ذا المملّك واِبنَه

أَتَصدُّني يا ذا المملّك واِبنَه

And I have become the beloved's slave and bondsman.

And I have become a slave of the beloved and his fidelity.

Do you spurn me, O master of the sovereign and his son,

Do you forbid me, O lord of the kingdom and its prince,

وتقولُ أفَلا علمتَ بأَنَّهُ

وتقولُ أفَلا علمتَ بأَنَّهُ

مِن حبِّ أَولادِ المُلوكِ يُقاسي

مِن حبِّ أَولادِ المُلوكِ يُقاسي

And say, 'Have you not learned that

And say: "Do you not know that

One suffers from loving the sons of kings?'

it is agony to love the sons of kings?"

كَيفَ الخَلاصُ مِنَ العَذولِ وعَذلِهِ

كَيفَ الخَلاصُ مِنَ العَذولِ وعَذلِهِ

مَنْ ذا يُدِلُّ على الحَبيبِ وَوَصلِهِ

مَنْ ذا يُدِلُّ على الحَبيبِ وَوَصلِهِ

How can I escape the reproacher and his reproach?

How can I be saved from love's harm and its pain?

Who will show the way to the beloved and union with him?

Who will guide me to the beloved and joining him?

أَفَلا تَرى متغرِّباً عن أهلِهِ

أَفَلا تَرى متغرِّباً عن أهلِهِ

يا مَنْ رضيتُ تغرُّبي من أجلِهِ

يا مَنْ رضيتُ تغرُّبي من أجلِهِ

Do you not see an exile far from his family,

Do you not see me estranged from my family and people

O you for whose sake I have accepted my exile,

For the one I was content to be estranged for?

لِيَرِقَّ لي منهُ الفُوادُ القاسي

لِيَرِقَّ لي منهُ الفُوادُ القاسي

القَلبُ بين تقطُّعٍ وَتَفتُّتِ

القَلبُ بين تقطُّعٍ وَتَفتُّتِ

So that your hard heart might soften toward me?

So that he might be gentle with me, my tough heart.

The heart is caught between being torn apart and crumbling,

My heart is torn and shattered,

وَالحبّ لَيسَ معاملاً لي بالّتي

وَالحبّ لَيسَ معاملاً لي بالّتي

يا هاجِري والهَجرُ فيه مَنِيَّتي

يا هاجِري والهَجرُ فيه مَنِيَّتي

And love does not deal kindly with me.

And love is not dealing with me kindly.

O you who forsake me—separation holds my death—

O my migrator! And in separation is my demise.

جُدْ بالوِصالِ فقد أطلْتُ تشتُّتي

جُدْ بالوِصالِ فقد أطلْتُ تشتُّتي

وفِراقَ أَوطاني وَبُعدَ أُناسي

وفِراقَ أَوطاني وَبُعدَ أُناسي

Grant me reunion, for I have prolonged my wandering,

Be earnest in union, for long have I suffered my fragmentation,

And my parting from my homelands and my distance from my people.

And the separation from my homelands and people.