أَراكِ فَتَحْلو لَدَيَّ الحَيَاةُ

ويملأُ نَفسي صَبَاحُ الأَملْ

I see you, and life becomes sweet to me,

I see you, and life becomes sweet to me,

And my soul fills with the morning of hope.

And the morning of hope fills my soul.

وتنمو بصدري وُرُودٌ عِذابٌ

وتحنو على قلبيَ المشْتَعِلْ

Within my chest roses of torment grow,

Sweet roses blossom within my breast,

And tenderness bends over my flaming heart.

Tending tenderly to my burning heart.

ويفْتِنُني فيكِ فيضُ الحَيَاةِ

وذاك الشَّبابُ الوديعُ الثَّمِلْ

Your abundance of life ensnares me,

I am enchanted by the flood of life in you,

And that gentle, ripe youth.

And that youthfulness, gentle and intoxicated.

ويفْتِنُني سِحْرُ تِلْكَ الشِّفاهْ

ترفرفُ مِنْ حَوْلهنَّ القُبَلْ

The magic of those lips ensnares me,

I am captivated by the magic of those lips,

Kisses flutter around them.

Around which kisses seem to flutter.

فأَعبُدُ فيكِ جمالَ السَّماءِ

ورقَّةَ وردِ الرَّبيعِ الخضِلْ

In you I worship the beauty of the heavens,

In you, I worship the beauty of the heavens,

The delicacy of spring’s rosy buds,

And the delicacy of the dewy spring rose.

وطُهْرَ الثُّلوجِ وسِحْرَ المروج

مُوَشَّحَةً بشُعاعِ الطَّفَلْ

The purity of snow, the magic of meadows

The purity of snow and the magic of meadows,

Adorned with the radiance of a child.

Adorned with the soft rays of twilight.

أَراكِ فأُخْلَقُ خلْقاً جديداً

كأنِّيَ لمْ أَبْلُ حربَ الوُجُودْ

I see you, and I become a new creation,

I see you, and I am created anew,

As if I’d never endured the war of existence,

As if I had never endured the war of existence,

ولم أَحتمل فيه عِبئاً ثقيلاً

من الذِّكْرَياتِ التي لا تَبيدْ

And never borne its heavy burden

Nor borne within it a heavy burden

Of memories that will not fade,

Of memories that never fade away,

وأَضغاثِ أَيَّاميَ الغابراتِ

وفيها الشَّقيُّ وفيها السَّعيدْ

And the rubbish of my bygone days,

And the muddled dreams of my bygone days,

With the wretched and the fortunate in them.

Which held both the wretched and the joyous.

ويغْمُرُ روحِي ضِياءٌ رَفيقٌ

تُكلِّلهُ رائعاتُ الورودْ

A gentle light floods my soul,

A gentle light floods my spirit,

Crowned with magnificent roses,

Crowned by the most magnificent of roses.

وتُسْمِعُني هاتِهِ الكائِناتُ

رقيقَ الأَغاني وحُلْوَ النَّشيدْ

And these creatures make me hear

And all existence sings to me

The gentle songs and sweet melody.

Delicate songs and sweet melodies.

وتَرْقُصُ حَولي أَمانٍ طِرابٌ

وأَفراحُ عُمْرٍ خَلِيٍّ سَعيدْ

Dances of safety swirl around me,

Joyful hopes dance all around me,

And the joys of a happy, pure life.

And the delights of a carefree, happy life.

أَراكِ فتخفُقُ أَعصابُ قلبي

وتهتزُّ مِثْلَ اهتزازِ الوَتَرْ

I see you, and my heart's nerves flutter,

I see you, and the fibers of my heart tremble,

Quivering like the trembling of a string,

Vibrating like the quivering of a string.

ويُجري عليها الهَوَى في حُنُوٍّ

أَناملَ لُدْناً كرَطْبِ الزَّهَرْ

And passion strokes them gently

Passion runs over them with tenderness,

With fingers soft as flower nectar.

With fingers supple as the moisture of flowers.

فتخطو أَناشيدُ قلبيَ سَكْرى

تغرِّدُ تَحْتَ ظِلالِ القَمَرْ

My heart's songs stride drunkenly,

So the anthems of my heart step forth, intoxicated,

Warbling beneath the moon's shade,

Singing beneath the shadows of the moon.

وتملأُني نشوةٌ لا تُحَدُّ

كأَنِّيَ أَصبحتُ فوقَ البَشَرْ

And a boundless rapture fills me,

And a boundless ecstasy fills me,

As if I have risen above mankind.

As if I have risen above all mankind.

أَودُّ بروحي عِناقَ الوُجُودِ

بما فيهِ مِنْ أَنْفُسٍ أَو شَجَرْ

I want with my soul to embrace existence,

My soul yearns to embrace all existence,

With all its souls and trees in it,

With every soul and tree it holds,

وليلٍ يفرُّ وفجرٍ يكرُّ

وغَيْمٍ يوَشِّي رداءَ السِّحَرْ

And nights that flee, and dawns that wheel back,

The fleeing night and the returning dawn,

And clouds that cloak the gown of magic.

And clouds that embroider the robe of the early morn.