ما لي وَلِلعاذِلاتِ

زَوَّقنَ لي تُرَّهاتِ

What have I to do with the chiding women?

They embellished vain trifles for me.

سَعَينَ مِن كُلِّ فَجٍّ

يَلُمنَ فِيَّ مَولاتي

Rushing forth from every path,

Casting blame upon my mistress concerning me.

يَأمُرنَني أَن أُخَلّي

مِن راحَتَيَّ حَياتي

They command me to let go,

To cast my very life from my hands,

وَذاكَ ما لا أَراهُ

يَكونُ حَطّى المَماتِ

And that is something I shall never accept,

Not until the moment of death.

وَاللَهِ مُنزِلُ طَهَ

وَالطورِ وَالذارِياتِ

By God, the Revealer of Taha,

And the Mount, and the Scattering Winds,

أَلِفلامرا صِن وَقٍ

وَالحَشرِ وَالمُرسَلاتِ

By Alif Lam Ra, Sad, and Qaf,

And the Gathering, and the Sent Forth winds,

وَرَبِّ هودٍ وَنونٍ

وَالنورِ وَالنازِعاتِ

And by the Lord of Hud and Nun,

And the Light, and the Soul-Pluckers,

لا رُمتُ هَجرَكِ حِبّي

حَتّى وَإِن لَم تُواتي

I have never sought to leave you, my love,

Even if you do not comply with my desire.

يا وَيلَتا أَيُّ شَيءٍ

بَينَ الحَشا وَاللَهاةِ

Oh, woe is me! What is this thing

Dwelling between my heart and my throat?

مِن لَوعَةٍ لَيسَ تُطفى

تَطيرُ في جانِحاتي

A burning anguish that cannot be quenched,

Fluttering wildly within my ribs.

أَنا المُعَنّى وَمَن لي

يَرثي لِطولِ شَكاتي

I am the tormented one; who is there for me

To pity my endless complaining?

الظاهِرُ العَبَراتِ

الباطِنُ الزَفَراتِ

He whose tears are visible without,

While sighs burn hidden within.

مُنيتُ بِالمُتَحَرّي

في كُلِّ أَمرٍ مَساتي

I am afflicted with one who actively seeks

To cause me pain in every matter.

يا سائِلي عَن بَلائي

اِنظُر إِلى لَحَظاتي

O you who ask about my tribulation,

Gaze upon my glancing eyes.

بانَ الهَوى في سُكونِ ال

مُحِبِّ وَالحَرَكاتِ

Passion is revealed in the stillness

Of the lover, and in his movements.

حَلَفتُ بِالراقِصاتِ

في لُجَّةِ الفَلَواتِ

I swore by the dancing camels,

In the vast depths of the wilderness,

وَمُنسَنٍ بِالهَدايا

يُطعَنَّ في اللَبّاتِ

And by those driven with sacrificial offerings,

Destined to be pierced in the throat,

وَماتَوافى بِجَمعٍ

وَالشَعبُ في عَرَفاتِ

And by the gathering at Muzdalifah,

And the throngs upon Arafat:

لَو سُمتَني قَبضَ روحي

لَشِئتُ حَقّاً وَفاتي

If you were to demand the taking of my soul,

I would truly will my own demise.

وَيلاهُ مِن نارِ شَوقٍ

تَرقى إِلى اللَهَواتِ

Woe is me from the fire of longing,

Rising up to choke my very throat,

فَأَجرَتِ العَينَ دَمعاً

تَفيضُ فَيضَ الفُراتِ

Causing the eye to pour forth tears,

Overflowing like the floods of the Euphrates.

وَصاحِبٍ كانَ لي في

هَوايَ ذا تُهَماتِ

And a companion who was with me,

Suspicious regarding my passion,

لَم يَطَّلِع طَلعَ شاني

إِلّا اِتِّهامَ هَناتي

Who understood nothing of my state,

Save to accuse me of my faults.

فَبَينَما نَحنُ نُمسي

نَسيحُ في الطُرُقاتِ

So as we walked in the evening,

Wandering through the pathways,

إِذ قيلَ شَمسُ نَهارٍ

في أَربُعٍ عَطِراتِ

Suddenly it was said: "A sun of the day

Resides in these fragrant quarters!"

فَقُلتُ شَمسٌ وَرَبّي

قَد أَجلَتِ الظُلُماتِ

I said: "A sun indeed, by my Lord,

That has dispelled the darknesses,

وَأَنزَفَت ماءَ عَيني

وَأَصعَدَت زَفَراتي

And has drained the water of my eyes,

And caused my heavy sighs to rise."

فَالحُبُّ فيهِ هَناةٌ

مَوصولَةٌ بِهَناةِ

For in love there are tribulations,

One following upon another;

يَعقُبنَ طَوراً سُروراً

وَتارَةً حَسَراتِ

At times they result in joy,

And at others, in bitter regrets.