مـا لـقلبـي لا يُـبينُ

مُـنْزَوٍ بـاكٍ حـزيـنُ

My heart does not reveal

What is wrong with my heart, unable to speak,

A weeping, grieving exile

Withdrawn, weeping, and full of sorrow?

عنـد قـاسٍ مُـسْتَبـدٍّ

ظُـلْمُـهُ، بَـغْيٌ مُبينُ

With an unjust, tyrannical tormentor

In the hands of a cruel tyrant,

Whose oppression is evident tyranny

Whose oppression is a clear transgression.

بِـتُّ أشـكو من رمـاني

وَعـلى وَأْدي مُعيـنُ

I complain of one who shot me

I spend the night complaining of the one who struck me,

While I had a trusted ally

And who aids in burying me alive.

سَـلْـهُ لو أبْـدى حنينـاً

حينها وصْلي يحـيـنُ

Ask him, if he would show affection

Ask him, if he were to show any longing,

Then my union with him would happen

Then the time for my union would arrive;

بـسـلامٍ، بـل كــلامٍ

طَـعْمُهُ شَـهْدٌ ثميـنُ

With peace, nay with words

With a greeting, or rather, with words

Whose taste is precious honey

Whose taste is like precious honey.

لا تـلمنـي عن هُيـامٍ

جـاحدٍ قـد لا يَـلـينُ

Do not blame me for loving

Do not blame me for my infatuation

An unbeliever who may never soften

With a denier who may never soften.

جـئتُ أستجدي حبيـباً

بالهـوى دومـاً ضَنيـنُ

I came to beg a lover

I came pleading to a beloved

Always yearning and pining

Who is forever stingy with his affection.

مـالـهُ عنـي بـخـيلٌ

حُـبُّــهُ عنـي حَصينُ

He is miserly toward me

Why is he so withholding from me,

His love for me fortified

His love a fortress kept from me?

ها أنا في العشـق أذْوي

وهْـوَ غَـيْثٌ لا يُـعيـنُ

While he is rain that does not water

Here I am, withering away in love,

In gardens, with tenderness

While he is a rain cloud that offers no relief;

في جِنـانٍ، مـن حَنـانٍ

وأنـا خــصمٌ مَـهينُ

While I am a disgraced adversary

He dwells in gardens of tenderness,

I kindle by night with fire

While I am treated as a lowly adversary.

أَكْتَـوي لـيـلاً بـنـارٍٍ

ثُـمَّ صُبـحـاً أَسْتَدينُ

Then in the morning, I borrow

I am scorched by fire at night,

Every shade of humiliation

Then in the morning, I borrow more pain.

كـل لـون من هـوان

فـيه ما يـردي مشينُ

Debases me, however mean

Every shade of humiliation

In you is kindness, in you is folly

Holds within it a shameful ruin.

فيك رِفْـقٌ، فيك حُـمْقٌ

أنـتَ مـجنونٌ فَـطينُ

You are a crazy wise man

In you there is gentleness, in you there is madness,

Is my illness in my passion

You are a perceptive madman.

هل سـقامي في غـرامي

كـامِـنٌ حَـيٌّ دفــينُ؟

Latent, alive, buried?

Is my sickness within my passion

I'm not alone in love for you

Latent, alive, yet buried deep?

لستُ وحدي في الهوى لَـ

ـكنْ معي شَـوْقٌ قَـرينُ

But with me is accompanying desire

I am not alone in love, b- училище

From you runs in my veins

-ut a companion of longing is by my side.

منك يجــري في عروقي

ثـم يُبــدي ما يُـدينُ

Then shows what makes me indebted

From you, it flows in my veins,

Do not fear the harm of rejection

Then reveals that which condemns me.

لا تخفْ من جَـوْر صَـدٍّ

حُبُّـنـا حـبْلٌ مَـتـينُ

Our love is a sturdy rope

Do not fear the tyranny of rejection,

My dear, be kind and dwell

Our love is a sturdy rope.

ياحبيبي، اجْـرِ واسْـكُنْ

ليس في قـلبـي قَـطينُ

In my heart there are no two homes

O my beloved, flow through me and dwell,

For there is no other resident in my heart.