مَن لِصَبّ لَم يَنَل أَرَبا

مَن لِصَبّ لَم يَنَل أَرَبا

مُستهلّ الدَمع هامرُه

مُستهلّ الدَمع هامرُه

Who will aid a lovesick soul whose wish is unfulfilled,

He whose love did not reach the one he desired

Shedding tears, pouring them forth?

With tears flowing down his cheeks

ذو غَرامٍ سامَهُ شَجَنا

ذو غَرامٍ سامَهُ شَجَنا

وَهَوى الآرام قاهرُه

وَهَوى الآرام قاهرُه

Possessed of a passion that has dealt him sorrow,

Passionately in love, anguished by yearning

And love for the gazelles overpowers him.

Longing for tranquility, but it overpowers him

وَاللواحي حمّلته عَنا

وَاللواحي حمّلته عَنا

لَم يَزَل دَوماً يساهرُه

لَم يَزَل دَوماً يساهرُه

And the reproaching women have burdened him with hardship,

Hardships have burdened him with suffering

Which never ceases to keep vigil with him.

He remains sleepless through the nights

وَيح قَلبي ظَلّ مُرتهنا

وَيح قَلبي ظَلّ مُرتهنا

وَالظبا تيها تغادرُه

وَالظبا تيها تغادرُه

Alas for my heart, still held in pledge,

Alas, my heart remains captive

While the gazelles abandon it in their pride.

While the gazelle freely roams away from it

وَغَزال هزّ قَدّ قَنا

وَغَزال هزّ قَدّ قَنا

فتنَ الأَلباب ناظرُه

فتنَ الأَلباب ناظرُه

And a gazelle swayed his spear-slender form;

A slender gazelle who has torn my soul

His eye bewitched minds.

Charming all hearts who gaze upon it

بِأَبي مِنهُ بَديع سَنا

بِأَبي مِنهُ بَديع سَنا

قَمر تَزهو مَظاهرُه

قَمر تَزهو مَظاهرُه

For his wondrous radiance, I would give my father as ransom—

With smooth, radiant cheeks

A moon whose features shine in splendor.

Free from any blemish near it

خَدّهُ الوَردي طابَ جَنى

خَدّهُ الوَردي طابَ جَنى

جَلّ عَن رَيب يجاورُه

جَلّ عَن رَيب يجاورُه

The fruit of his rosy cheek is sweet;

I have refrained from whomsoever lacks modesty

It is too sublime for doubt to come near it.

Until I can be wary of him

صُنت عَمَّن لامني أذنا

صُنت عَمَّن لامني أذنا

رَيثَما أَنّي أحاذرُه

رَيثَما أَنّي أحاذرُه

I shielded my ear from whoever reproached me,

And lips like a brimming cup

For as long as I am wary of him.

Does he perhaps exchange glances with it?

وَمدام الثَغر كَأس هَنا

وَمدام الثَغر كَأس هَنا

أَتُرى نِدّاً يناظرُه

أَتُرى نِدّاً يناظرُه

And the wine of his lips is a cup of bliss;

Beyond what I hope for from him

Do you see a rival that can match it?

The trustworthy protector of glory

غَير ما أَملت فيه مُنى

غَير ما أَملت فيه مُنى

وَأَمين المَجد ناشرُه

وَأَمين المَجد ناشرُه

Save the hopes I have placed in him,

When I recite poetry to him

And Amin, the herald of glory—

I list his outstanding merits

مَن إِذا أَتلو لَدَيهِ ثَنا

مَن إِذا أَتلو لَدَيهِ ثَنا

رَتّلت مَدحي مآثرُه

رَتّلت مَدحي مآثرُه

He before whom, when I recite praise,

How much love we have bestowed

His noble deeds chant my words of praise.

The first fruits of which his benevolence yielded

أَريحيّ كَم حبا مننا

أَريحيّ كَم حبا مننا

من ندىً جادَت بواكرُه

من ندىً جادَت بواكرُه

A generous soul—how many favors he has bestowed,

Every beautiful meaning he attained

From bounty whose first showers poured freely!

When his triumphs had faded

كُلّ مَعنى حازَهُ حسنا

كُلّ مَعنى حازَهُ حسنا

عِندَما باهَت مفاخرُه

عِندَما باهَت مفاخرُه

Every quality he possessed was beautiful,

He is a rain of righteousness if we go astray

When his glories vied in splendor.

His firm resolve manifesting mightily

فَهوَ غَيث البرِّ إِن هَتَنا

فَهوَ غَيث البرِّ إِن هَتَنا

لَمَعت بَطشاَ بواترُه

لَمَعت بَطشاَ بواترُه

For he is the rain of benevolence; if it pours,

Neither does he attack nor encounter

His keen swords flash with might.

Victorious in all that he undertakes

لا اِنبرَى يَلقى هنا وَمنى

لا اِنبرَى يَلقى هنا وَمنى

ظافِراً فيما يبادرُه

ظافِراً فيما يبادرُه

May he never be worn down, meeting bliss and wishes,

Victorious in whatever he hastens to undertake.