هَبَّ النَّسيمُ وَماءُ النَهرِ يَطَّرِدُ

هَبَّ النَّسيمُ وَماءُ النَهرِ يَطَّرِدُ

وَنارُ شَوقِي في الأَحشاءِ تَتَّقِدُ

وَنارُ شَوقِي في الأَحشاءِ تَتَّقِدُ

The breeze blew, and the river’s water flows on,

The breeze blew and the river's water flowed

And the fire of my longing blazes in my entrails.

While my flame of passion in my chest glowed

فَصاغَ مِن مائِهِ دِرعاً مُفَضَّضَةً

فَصاغَ مِن مائِهِ دِرعاً مُفَضَّضَةً

وَزادَ قَلبِيَ وَقداً لِلَّذي يَجِدُ

وَزادَ قَلبِيَ وَقداً لِلَّذي يَجِدُ

So it fashioned from the river’s water a silvered coat of mail,

So it formed from its water an armored coat

And heightened my heart’s burning because of what it feels.

And fueled my heart, preparing it for what's ahead

وَإِنَّما شَبَّ أَحشَائِي لِحاجَتِهِ

وَإِنَّما شَبَّ أَحشَائِي لِحاجَتِهِ

إِذ لَيسَ دونَ لَهيبٍ يُصنَعُ الزَّرَدُ

إِذ لَيسَ دونَ لَهيبٍ يُصنَعُ الزَّرَدُ

And it kindled my entrails only to serve its own need,

For my insides caught fire only for its need

For chain mail is not made without a flame.

Since no aquamarine is made without heated lead