بِنَفسِيَ مَن لا بُدَّ لي أَن أُهاجِرُه

بِنَفسِيَ مَن لا بُدَّ لي أَن أُهاجِرُه

وَمَن أَنا في المَيسورِ وَالعُسرِ ذاكِرُه

وَمَن أَنا في المَيسورِ وَالعُسرِ ذاكِرُه

My life be ransom for the one I must forsake,

With my soul, whom I must emigrate from

And whom I remember in ease and hardship;

And whom am I remembering in ease and hardship

وَمَن قَد رَماهُ الناسُ بي فَاِتَّقاهُمُ

وَمَن قَد رَماهُ الناسُ بي فَاِتَّقاهُمُ

بِهَجرِيَ إِلّا ما تُجَنُّ ضَمائِرُه

بِهَجرِيَ إِلّا ما تُجَنُّ ضَمائِرُه

And whom people accused on my account, so he shielded himself from them

And whom people threw stones at me, so beware of them

By forsaking me—except for what his innermost thoughts conceal.

With my emigration unless what their consciences conceal

فَمِن أَجلِها ضاقَت عَلَيَّ بِرُحبِها

فَمِن أَجلِها ضاقَت عَلَيَّ بِرُحبِها

بِلادِيَ إِذ لَم أَرضَ عَمَّن أُجاوِرُه

بِلادِيَ إِذ لَم أَرضَ عَمَّن أُجاوِرُه

For her sake, for all its breadth, it grew narrow around me—

For their sake, my country narrowed down on me

My homeland, since I was not content with those I lived beside.

When I was not pleased with those I dwelled with

وَمِن أَجلِها أَحبَبتُ مَن لا يُحِبُّني

وَمِن أَجلِها أَحبَبتُ مَن لا يُحِبُّني

وَباغَضتُ مَن قَد كُنتُ حيناً أُعاشِرُه

وَباغَضتُ مَن قَد كُنتُ حيناً أُعاشِرُه

And for her sake I loved one who does not love me,

And for their sake I loved those who do not love me

And hated one whose company I once kept.

And hated those whom I used to befriend

أَتَهجُرُ بَيتاً لِلحَبيبِ تَعَلَّقَت

أَتَهجُرُ بَيتاً لِلحَبيبِ تَعَلَّقَت

بِهِ الحِبُّ وَالأَعداءُ أَم أَنتَ زائِرُه

بِهِ الحِبُّ وَالأَعداءُ أَم أَنتَ زائِرُه

Will you forsake a house of the beloved, to which have clung

Shall I emigrate from a home that love clung to

The beloved and the enemies—or will you visit it?

Where both loved ones and enemies visit

وَكَيفَ خَلاصي مِن جَوى الحُبِّ بَعدَما

وَكَيفَ خَلاصي مِن جَوى الحُبِّ بَعدَما

يُسَرُّ بِهِ بَطنُ الفُؤادِ وَظاهِرُه

يُسَرُّ بِهِ بَطنُ الفُؤادِ وَظاهِرُه

And how can I escape love's burning anguish, now that

How can I free myself from the agony of love after

The heart's depths and its surface are gladdened by it?

It pleased the core of my heart and its surface

وَقَد ماتَ قَبلي أَوَّلُ الحُبِّ فَاِنقَضى

وَقَد ماتَ قَبلي أَوَّلُ الحُبِّ فَاِنقَضى

فَإِن مِتُّ أَضحى الحُبُّ قَد ماتَ آخِرُه

فَإِن مِتُّ أَضحى الحُبُّ قَد ماتَ آخِرُه

And the beginning of love died before me and came to an end;

The first of love died before me, so it was over

So if I die, the last of love will have died.

For if I die, love itself would have died last

وَقَد كانَ قَبلي في حِجابٍ يَكُنُّهُ

وَقَد كانَ قَبلي في حِجابٍ يَكُنُّهُ

فَحُبُّكِ مِن دونِ الحِجابِ يُباشِرُه

فَحُبُّكِ مِن دونِ الحِجابِ يُباشِرُه

And before me, it was within a veil that sheltered it;

And it was before me behind a veil that hid it

Yet your love touches it directly, with no veil between.

Your love without the veil directly encounters it

أَصُدُّ حَياءً أَن يَلِجَّ بِيَ الهَوى

أَصُدُّ حَياءً أَن يَلِجَّ بِيَ الهَوى

وَفيكِ المُنى لَولا عَدُوٌّ أُحاوِرُه

وَفيكِ المُنى لَولا عَدُوٌّ أُحاوِرُه

I turn away in modesty, lest passion press relentlessly upon me;

I block passion shyly from entering me

And in you lie my hopes, were it not for a foe with whom I parley.

Though in you is what I wish, unless I converse with a foe