وَاِحرَبا مِن كَبِدي وَاِحرَبا
وَاِطرَبا مِن خَلَدي وَاِطرَبا
Oh my tormented liver tormenting me,
Oh my troubled heart troubling me,
في كَبِدي نارُ جَوىً مُحرِقَةٌ
في خَلَدي بَدرُ دُجىً قَد غَرَبا
In my liver there burns a blazing fire,
In my heart there is a moon that has set in darkness,
يا مِسكُ يا بَدرُ وَيا غُصنَ نَقاً
ما أَورَقا ما أَنوَرا ما أَطيَبا
Oh musk, oh moon, oh soft branch,
That did not leaf, illuminate, or emit fragrance,
يا مَبسِماً أَحبَبتُ مِنهُ الحَبَبا
وَيا رُضاباً ذُقتُ مِنهُ الضَرَبا
Oh smiling one that I loved for smiling,
Oh frowning one that I endured frowning,
يا قَمَراً في شَفَقٍ مِن خَفَرٍ
في خَدِّهِ لاحَ لَنا مُنتَقِبا
Oh moon in the dusk of the guard,
On his cheek shone unveiled for us,
لَو أَنَّهُ يُسفِرُ عَن بُرقُعِهِ
كانَ عَذاباً فَلِهذا اِحتَجَبا
If he would unveil from his veil,
It would be agony, so for this he is veiled,
شَمسُ ضُحىً في فَلَكٍ طالِعَةٌ
غُصنُ نَقاً في رَوضَةٍ قَد نُصِبا
A morning sun in a rising orbit,
A soft branch erected in a garden,
ظَلتُ لَها مِن حَذَرٍ مُرتَعِبا
وَالغُصنُ أَسقيهِ سَماءً صَيِّبا
I remained wary and apprehensive of it,
While I water the branch with pouring rain,
إِن طَلَعَت كانَت لِعَيني عَجَبا
أَو غَرَبَت كانَت لِحَيني سَبَبا
When it rises it delights my eye,
When it sets it saddens my soul,
مُذ عَقَدَ الحُسنُ عَلى مَفرِقِها
تاجاً مِن التَبرِ عَشِقتُ الذَهَبا
Since beauty knotted its crown,
Of pure gold, upon its temple, I loved gold,
لَو أَنَّ إِبليسَ رَأى مِن آدَمٍ
نرَ مُحَيّاها عَلَيهِ ما أَبى
If Iblis had seen the glowing embers,
Of her cheeks, he would not have refused,
لَو أَنَّ إِدريسَ رَأى ما رَقَم ال
حُسنُ بِخَدَّيها إِذاً ما كَتَبا
If Idris had seen the moles,
That beauty lined on her cheeks, he would not have ascended,
لَو أَنَّ بِلقيسَ رَأَت رَفرَفَها
ما خَطَرَ العَرشُ وَلا الصَرحُ بِبا
If Bilqis had seen her fluttering,
Neither throne nor palace would have tempted her,
يا سَرحَةَ الوادي وَيا بانَ الغَضا
أَهدوا لَنا مِن نَشرِكُم مَعَ الصَبا
Oh meadows of the valley, oh essence of verdure,
Bring to us with the morning breeze,
مُمَسَّكاً يَفوحُ رَيّاهُ لَنا
مِن زَهرِ أَهضامِكَ أَو زَهرِ الرُبى
A fragrance diffusing its scent to us,
Of your wildflowers or the basil's scent,
يا بانَةَ الوادي أَرينا فَنَناً
في لينِ أَعطافٍ لَها أَو قُضُبا
Oh essence of the valley show us some does,
With soft sides or fawns for us,
ريحُ صَباً يُخبِرُ عَن عَصرِ صِباً
بِحاجِرٍ أَو بِمِنىً أَو بِقَبا
The morning breeze tells of youths,
With lively talk, wishes or trysts,
أَو بِالنَقا فَالمُنحَنى عِندَ الحِمى
أَو لَعلَعٍ حَيثُ مَراتِعُ الظِبا
Or the softened branches near ardour,
Or to grazing gazelles where wild oxen roam,
لا عَجَبٌ لا عَجَبٌ لا عَجَبا
مِن عَرَبِيٍّ يَتَهاوى العَرَبا
No wonder, no wonder, no wonder,
That an Arab perishes for the Arabs,
يَفنى إِذا ما صَدَحَت قُمَرِيَّةٌ
بِذِكرِ مَن يَهواهُ فيهِ طَرَبا
He fades when a moonlike beauty,
Sings of her beloved, in it is his rapture.
