وَحَقِّ الهَوى ما حُلتُ يَوماً عَنِ الهَوى

وَحَقِّ الهَوى ما حُلتُ يَوماً عَنِ الهَوى

وَلَكِنَّ نَجمي في المَحَبَّةِ قَد هَوى

وَلَكِنَّ نَجمي في المَحَبَّةِ قَد هَوى

By the sanctity of love, I never once turned away from love,

By the right of passion, never have I been free of passion

Yet in love my star has fallen.

Yet my star in love has fallen

وَما كُنتُ أَرجو وَصلَ مَن قَتلي نَوى

وَما كُنتُ أَرجو وَصلَ مَن قَتلي نَوى

وَأَضنى فُؤادي بِالقَطيعَةِ وَالنَوى

وَأَضنى فُؤادي بِالقَطيعَةِ وَالنَوى

Nor did I hope for union with one who intended to kill me,

I hoped not for the union of one who wished my death

And wore out my heart with estrangement and separation.

And my heart languished with separation and avoidance

لَيسَ في الهَوى عَجَبُ

لَيسَ في الهَوى عَجَبُ

إِن أَصابَني النَصَبُ

إِن أَصابَني النَصَبُ

In love, it is no wonder

In passion there's no wonder

If weariness has befallen me.

If sorrow has struck me

حامِلُ الهَوى تَعِبُ

حامِلُ الهَوى تَعِبُ

يَستَفِزُّهُ الطَرَبُ

يَستَفِزُّهُ الطَرَبُ

The bearer of love is weary;

The passionate bears fatigue

Rapture stirs him.

Incited by rapture

أَخو الحُبِّ لا يَنفَكُّ صَبّاً مُتَيَّما

أَخو الحُبِّ لا يَنفَكُّ صَبّاً مُتَيَّما

غَريقَ دُموعٍ قَلبُهُ يَشتَكي الظَما

غَريقَ دُموعٍ قَلبُهُ يَشتَكي الظَما

Love's companion is ever lovesick and enthralled,

A brother of love ceaselessly cries, despairing

He drowns in tears, while his heart complains of thirst.

His heart drowning in tears, complaining of thirst

لِفَرطِ البُكا قَد صارَ جِلداً وَأَعظُما

لِفَرطِ البُكا قَد صارَ جِلداً وَأَعظُما

فَلا عَجَبٌ إِن يَمزُجَ الدَمعَ بِالدِما

فَلا عَجَبٌ إِن يَمزُجَ الدَمعَ بِالدِما

From excessive weeping, he has become skin and bones,

Excessive weeping made his skin into callouses and bones

So it is no wonder if he mingles tears with blood.

No wonder he mixes tears with blood

الغَرامُ أَنحَلَهُ

الغَرامُ أَنحَلَهُ

إِذ أَصابَ مَقتَلَهُ

إِذ أَصابَ مَقتَلَهُ

Passion has wasted him,

Passion undid him

For it struck his vital spot.

When it brought his ruin

إِن بَكى يُحَقُّ لَهُ

إِن بَكى يُحَقُّ لَهُ

لَيسَ ما بِهِ لَعِبُ

لَيسَ ما بِهِ لَعِبُ

If he weeps, he is justified;

If he cries he's entitled

What afflicts him is no game.

There's no jest in his state

أَلا قُل لِذاتِ الخالِ يا رَبَّةَ الذَكا

أَلا قُل لِذاتِ الخالِ يا رَبَّةَ الذَكا

وَمَن بِضِياءِ الوَجهِ فاقَت عَلى ذُكا

وَمَن بِضِياءِ الوَجهِ فاقَت عَلى ذُكا

Now tell the woman with the beauty mark: O mistress of brilliance,

Say to the cheek's dearest, O lady of grace

And you whose radiant face outshone Dhukā, the sun!

She of radiant face, surpassing splendor

شَكَوتُ غَرامي لَو رَثَيتِ لِمَن شَكا

شَكَوتُ غَرامي لَو رَثَيتِ لِمَن شَكا

وَأَطلَقتِ دَمعي لَو شَفى الدَمعُ مَن بَكى

وَأَطلَقتِ دَمعي لَو شَفى الدَمعُ مَن بَكى

I lamented my passion—if only you had pitied the one who lamented!

I complained of my passion - if you had pitied one who complained

And you unleashed my tears—if only tears could heal the one who wept!

And shed a tear - if tears could cure one who wept

فَاِنثَنَيتِ ساهِيَةً

فَاِنثَنَيتِ ساهِيَةً

وَالقُلوبُ واهِيَةً

وَالقُلوبُ واهِيَةً

Then you turned away, heedless,

Then you laughed heedlessly

While hearts were frail;

With hearts uncaring

تَضحَكينَ لاهِيَةً

تَضحَكينَ لاهِيَةً

وَالمُحِبُّ يَنتَحِبُ

وَالمُحِبُّ يَنتَحِبُ

You laugh, carefree,

Playing absentmindedly

While the lover sobs.

While the lover laments

أَسَرتِ فُؤادي حينَ أَطلَقتِ عَبرَتي

أَسَرتِ فُؤادي حينَ أَطلَقتِ عَبرَتي

وَبَدَّلتِني مِن مُنيَتي بِمَنيَّتي

وَبَدَّلتِني مِن مُنيَتي بِمَنيَّتي

You imprisoned my heart when you set my tears free,

You captivated my heart when you let flow my tears

And gave me my death in place of my desire.

And changed my demise into my wish

وَلَمّا رَأَيتِ السُقمَ أَنحَلَ مُهجَتي

وَلَمّا رَأَيتِ السُقمَ أَنحَلَ مُهجَتي

تَعَجَّبتِ مِن سُقمي وَأَنكَرتِ قِتلَتي

تَعَجَّبتِ مِن سُقمي وَأَنكَرتِ قِتلَتي

And when you saw that sickness had wasted my soul,

And when you saw my sickness you ignored my torment

You marveled at my sickness and denied killing me.

You wondered at my illness and denied my murder

صِرتِ إِن بَدا أَلَمي

صِرتِ إِن بَدا أَلَمي

عِندَما أَرَقتِ دَمي

عِندَما أَرَقتِ دَمي

You have come, whenever my pain appears,

You acted, if my pain appeared,

When you have spilled my blood,

When you kept me sleepless,

تَعجَبينَ مِن سَقَمي

تَعجَبينَ مِن سَقَمي

صِحَّتي هِيَ العَجَبُ

صِحَّتي هِيَ العَجَبُ

To marvel at my sickness;

Surprised at my sickness

It is my health that is the wonder.

My health is the wonder

تَحَجَّبتِ عَن عَيني فَأَيقَنتُ بِالشَقا

تَحَجَّبتِ عَن عَيني فَأَيقَنتُ بِالشَقا

وَآيَسَني فَرطُ الحِجابِ مِنَ البَقا

وَآيَسَني فَرطُ الحِجابِ مِنَ البَقا

You veiled yourself from my sight, so I became certain of misery;

You veiled from my eyes so I despaired of life

And your excessive concealment made me despair of survival.

The excess of the veil made me hopeless of remaining

فَلَمّا أَمَطتُ السِترَ وَاِرتَحتُ بِاللِقا

فَلَمّا أَمَطتُ السِترَ وَاِرتَحتُ بِاللِقا

غَضِبتِ بِلا ذَنبٍ وَعاوَدتِني لِقا

غَضِبتِ بِلا ذَنبٍ وَعاوَدتِني لِقا

Then, when I drew aside the veil and found solace in meeting you,

But when I lifted the veil and was comforted by the vision

You grew angry though I was blameless, and met me once again.

You angrily blamed me without cause and repeated rejection

حينَ تُرفَعُ الحُجُبُ

حينَ تُرفَعُ الحُجُبُ

مِنكِ يَصدُرُ الغَضَبُ

مِنكِ يَصدُرُ الغَضَبُ

When the veils are lifted,

When veils are lifted

Anger comes from you.

Anger comes from you

كُلَّما اِنقَضى سَبَبُ

كُلَّما اِنقَضى سَبَبُ

مِنكَ عادَني سَبَبُ

مِنكَ عادَني سَبَبُ

Whenever one cause has ended,

Whenever the reason ends

Another cause from you returns to me.

A reason returns from you