عَسَاكِ حَقَّ عِيْسَاكِ

مُرِيْحَةَ قَلْبيَ الشاكي

May your truth grant respite,

To my complaining heart,

فإِنَّ الحُسْنَ قد وَلاَّ

كِ إحيائِي وإِهلاكِي

For beauty has enslaved me,

As my life and demise.

وَأَوْلَعَنِي بِصُلْبَانٍ

وَرُهْبانٍ وَنُسَّاكِ

It has enthralled me with monks,

Priests and ascetics,

ولم آتِ الكنائِسَ عَنْ

هَوًَ فيهنَّ لولاكِ

And I frequented not churches,

Had it not been for you.

وها أنا مِنْكِ في بَلْوَى

ولا فَرَجٌ لِبَلْوَاكِ

And here I am in agony because of you,

With no relief from your torment,

ولا أَسْطِيْعُ سُلْوَاناً

فقد أَوْثَقْتِ أَشْراكِي

Nor can I find solace,

For you have shackled me.

فكم أَبْكِي عليك دَماً

ولا تَرْثِيْنَ للباكي

How I cry blood for you,

Yet you don’t mourn the weeping one.

فهل تَدْرِيْنَ ما تَقْضِي

على عَيْنَيَّ عَيْنَاكِ

Do you know what your eyes rule,

Over my eyes because of you?

وما يُذْكِيْهِ من نارٍ

بقلبِي نُوْرُكِ الذَّاكِي

And what fire it ignites,

In my heart with your blazing light?

حَجَبْتِ سَنَاكِ عن بصرِي

وفوقَ الشَّمْسِ سِيْمَاكِ

You veiled your radiance from my sight,

Though above the sun is your mark.

وفي الغُصْنِ الرَّطيْبِ وفي الن

نَقَا المُرْتَجِّ عِطْفَاكِ

In the pliant branch, and in the soft,

Flexible palm tree is your charm.

وعند الرَّوْضِ خَدَّاكِ

ومن رَيَّاهُ رَيَّاكِ

And by the meadow are your cheeks,

Whoever saw them saw your grace.

نُوَيْرَةُ إِنْ قَلَيْتِ فإِن

نَنِي أَهْوَاكِ أَهْواكِ

Nuwayrah, though you are scarce,

Still I love you, I love you!

وعَيْنَاكِ المنَبِّئَتَا

كِ أنِّي بعضُ قَتْلاَكِ

And your eyes that foretell,

That I am doomed by your love.