شوقي إليكَ كما علِمْتَ طويلُ

شوقي إليكَ كما علِمْتَ طويلُ

ولَعلَّ صبري في هواكِ جميلُ

ولَعلَّ صبري في هواكِ جميلُ

My longing for you, as you know, is long.

My longing for you, as you know, is long

And perhaps my patience in loving you is noble.

And perhaps my patience in loving you is beautiful

يا غائباً في القلبِ يحضُرُ شخصُهُ

يا غائباً في القلبِ يحضُرُ شخصُهُ

فكأنَّهُ لي منكَ عنكَ بديلُ

فكأنَّهُ لي منكَ عنكَ بديلُ

O absent one whose form is present in my heart,

O absent one in my heart whose image is present

as though it were, for me, a substitute from you in your stead.

As if he were for me in your absence, a substitute

بَعُدَ المزارُ على ضعيفٍ قاصرٍ

بَعُدَ المزارُ على ضعيفٍ قاصرٍ

هذا الكتابُ إليكَ عنهُ وكيلُ

هذا الكتابُ إليكَ عنهُ وكيلُ

The journey to visit you is too far for one weak and helpless;

The shrine is too far for one weak and incapable

this letter to you serves as his proxy.

This book to you about it is a deputy

إن كُنتَ تُنكِرُ لوعةً بفُؤادهِ

إن كُنتَ تُنكِرُ لوعةً بفُؤادهِ

فلهُ شُهودٌ من ضَناهُ عُدولُ

فلهُ شُهودٌ من ضَناهُ عُدولُ

If you deny the burning anguish in his heart,

If you deny the ache in his heart

then he has trustworthy witnesses in his wasting sickness.

It has witnesses from those who resented him that are just

حالت موامي الأرضِ دُونكَ بالنَّوَى

حالت موامي الأرضِ دُونكَ بالنَّوَى

ولطَالما دُونَ البُدورِ تَحُولُ

ولطَالما دُونَ البُدورِ تَحُولُ

The earth's wastelands have come between us, keeping you far away,

The undulations of the earth stood between you and yearning

and often have they barred the way to full moons.

And for so long beyond the dunes it tosses and turns

ورأيتُ شخصَكَ في البِعادِ فإنَّهُ

ورأيتُ شخصَكَ في البِعادِ فإنَّهُ

قَمَرٌ نراهُ وما إليهِ وُصولُ

قَمَرٌ نراهُ وما إليهِ وُصولُ

And I saw your form from afar, for it is

And I saw your figure in the distance, it

a moon we see, yet cannot reach.

Is like the moon we see but cannot reach

يا دُرَّةَ الغَوَّاصِ دُونَ لِقائها

يا دُرَّةَ الغَوَّاصِ دُونَ لِقائها

لُجَجٌ فَدَيتُكَ هل إليكَ سبيلُ

لُجَجٌ فَدَيتُكَ هل إليكَ سبيلُ

O diver's pearl, before one can reach you lie

O pearl of the diver, without meeting her

deep waters! May I be your ransom—is there a way to you?

There are roaring seas, I sacrifice myself for you, is there a way?

نَترتْ صُروفُ الدهرِ عِقدَ نِظامنا

نَترتْ صُروفُ الدهرِ عِقدَ نِظامنا

فنَثَرتُ دمعي وهو فيكَ قليلُ

فنَثَرتُ دمعي وهو فيكَ قليلُ

Time's vicissitudes have torn apart the necklace of our union,

The turns of fate have unraveled our pact

so I scattered my tears, yet they are too few for you.

So I shed my tears while in you it is little

شَطرُ الفُؤادِ حبيبُهُ فإذا نأي

شَطرُ الفُؤادِ حبيبُهُ فإذا نأي

نُهِكَ الفُؤادُ فطُلَّ منه قتيلُ

نُهِكَ الفُؤادُ فطُلَّ منه قتيلُ

The heart's beloved is half of it; so when he goes afar,

Half of the heart is its beloved so when it is distant

the heart is exhausted, and its slain half goes unavenged.

The heart is devastated and from it comes a slain one

طال انتِظاري والحَياةُ قصيرةٌ

طال انتِظاري والحَياةُ قصيرةٌ

وكلاهُما سببٌ عليَّ ثَقيلُ

وكلاهُما سببٌ عليَّ ثَقيلُ

My waiting has grown long, and life is short,

Long has been my wait and life is short

and both are a burden weighing heavily upon me.

And both are heavy causes upon me

ويلاهُ قد ضاعَ الزَمانُ فساقطٌ

ويلاهُ قد ضاعَ الزَمانُ فساقطٌ

يومٌ يَمُرُّ ولا يَراكَ خليلُ

يومٌ يَمُرُّ ولا يَراكَ خليلُ

Alas! Time has been lost; wasted is

Woe the time is lost, fallen

a day that passes without a dear friend seeing you.

A day passes without your presence, O intimate friend

رُكنُ الحياةِ نعيمُها إن لم يكُنْ

رُكنُ الحياةِ نعيمُها إن لم يكُنْ

في العَيشِ طيبٌ فالحياةُ فضولُ

في العَيشِ طيبٌ فالحياةُ فضولُ

The pillar of life is its delight; if there is no

The pillar of life, its bliss, if it does not

sweetness in living, then life is superfluous.

In living contain goodness, then life is redundant

بأبي المريضُ السالمُ الشَرَفِ الذي

بأبي المريضُ السالمُ الشَرَفِ الذي

يَشتاقُ عَوْدَةَ مثلِهِ جبريلُ

يَشتاقُ عَوْدَةَ مثلِهِ جبريلُ

May my father ransom the sick man, unblemished in honor,

By my father the sick [poet], well-wishes, honor

whose like Gabriel longs to visit;

That yearns the return of the likes of Gabriel

مَن ليسَ يَرَغبُ في سلامةِ نفسهِ

مَن ليسَ يَرَغبُ في سلامةِ نفسهِ

إن كانَ لم يَسلَمْ لديهِ جميلُ

إن كانَ لم يَسلَمْ لديهِ جميلُ

one who does not seek his own well-being

Who does not desire the wellness of his soul

if goodness is not safe in his keeping.

If he did not have a beautiful one by his side

يا ناحِلَ البَدَنِ العليلِ بلُطفِهِ

يا ناحِلَ البَدَنِ العليلِ بلُطفِهِ

لا صَحَّتِ الدُنيا وأنتَ عليلُ

لا صَحَّتِ الدُنيا وأنتَ عليلُ

O you with the wasted body, delicately ailing,

O you who cured the ailing body with his gentleness

may the world not be well while you are ill!

Not the health of the world while you are ill

يا ليتَ عندي صِحَّةً تُفدَى بها

يا ليتَ عندي صِحَّةً تُفدَى بها

لكن عليَّ منَ الفِراقِ نُحولُ

لكن عليَّ منَ الفِراقِ نُحولُ

Oh, would that I had health with which you could be ransomed,

Oh, if only I had health that could be ransomed for you

but separation has left me wasted.

But the separation has laden me with burdens

سَيَزُولُ سُقمٌ مثلَ عافيةٍ مَضَتْ

سَيَزُولُ سُقمٌ مثلَ عافيةٍ مَضَتْ

إذ كلُّ ما تحتَ السماءِ يزُولُ

إذ كلُّ ما تحتَ السماءِ يزُولُ

Illness will pass away, like the health that has passed,

The sickness will pass as past wellness did

for everything beneath the sky passes away.

For all under the sky will perish

هذا الخُسوفُ عراكَ يا بدرَ الدُجَى

هذا الخُسوفُ عراكَ يا بدرَ الدُجَى

ونَرَى خُسوفَ البدرِ ليس يطولُ

ونَرَى خُسوفَ البدرِ ليس يطولُ

This eclipse has befallen you, O full moon of the darkness,

This eclipse of you, O full moon of nightfall

and we see that the full moon's eclipse does not last long.

And we see the eclipse of the full moon does not last long