نَفَرَ النَومُ وَاِحتَمى

مِن جُنوني كَأَنَّما

Sleep has fled, seeking refuge

Sleep has fled and sought refuge

From my madness, as if

From my madness, as if

هُوَ أَيضاً مِنَ الحَبي

بِ جَفاءً تَعَلَّما

It too has learned coldness

It, too, from the beloved

From the beloved.

Has learned the art of estrangement.

اِزجُرِ القَلبَ إِن صَبا

وَلُمِ العَينَ مِثلَما

Restrain the heart if it pines,

Rebuke the heart if it yearns,

And blind the eye likewise

And blame the eye, just as

جَشَّمتَ قَلبَكَ الصَبا

بَةَ حَتّى تَجَشَّما

As your youth blinded your heart

You burdened your heart with

With love until it was blinded.

Passion, until it bore the weight.

أَنتِ يا عَينُ كُنتِ لي

لِلصَباباتِ سُلَّما

Oh eye, you were for me

You, O eye, were for me

A ladder for passions,

A ladder leading to obsession,

ثُمَّ حَمَّلتِني الثَقي

لَ وَأَبكَيتِني دَما

Then you burdened me with longing -

Then you loaded me with the unbearable

No! And made me weep blood.

And made me weep tears of blood.

ثُمَّ أَلَّفتِ بَينَ طَر

فِيَ وَالنَجمِ في السَما

Then you befriended the Pleiades

Then you forged a bond between

And the star in the sky.

My gaze and the star in the sky;

عَجَباً كَيفَ لَم يَصِر

هُوَ مِثلي مُتَيَّما

Strange - how has it not become

It is a wonder how it did not become,

Lost in yearning like me?

Like me, enslaved by love.

أَنتَ لَو لَم تَكُن شَقِي

ياً لَما كُنتَ مُغرَما

If you were not wretched,

Had you not been destined for misery,

Oh eye, I'd not be lovelorn.

You would never have become a lover.

عَكَفَ الحُبُّ عيرَهُ

في فُؤادي وَخَيَّما

Love pitched its tent

Love has halted its caravan

In my heart and settled.

Within my heart and pitched its tents,

فَهوَ لا يَرحَلُ الزَما

نَ وَإِن قُلتُ يَمَّما

So it will not depart forever

So it shall not depart for all time,

Even if I say "be gone!"

Even if I say it has set forth.