أزائرةَ الأحلام ليس منالي

أزائرةَ الأحلام ليس منالي

قريبٌ، ولا الأيام تستر حالي

قريبٌ، ولا الأيام تستر حالي

O visitor of dreams, my goal is not

The islands of dreams are not within my reach,

near, nor do the days conceal my condition.

Nor do the days conceal my state,

تُقاذفني للوهم روحي وإنني

تُقاذفني للوهم روحي وإنني

عزيزٌ على ظلم الهوى متعالي

عزيزٌ على ظلم الهوى متعالي

My soul hurls me toward illusion, though I am

My soul casts me into illusion, yet I

proud, rising above love's injustice.

Am steadfast against the injustice of passion’s tyranny,

رجوتُ ولو أن الرجاء يفيدُني

رجوتُ ولو أن الرجاء يفيدُني

لما بتُّ ظمآناً ونهرُكِ حالي

لما بتُّ ظمآناً ونهرُكِ حالي

I hoped; and had hope been of use to me,

I wished, even if wishing would not avail me,

I would not have spent the night thirsty while your river is sweet.

That I wouldn’t remain thirsty while your river is my state,

أغاليتي هل من لقاءٍ يضمنا؟

أغاليتي هل من لقاءٍ يضمنا؟

على غرةٍ، غالٍ يحدّث غالي

على غرةٍ، غالٍ يحدّث غالي

O my beloved, is there a meeting that brings us together?

My love, is there a meeting that brings us together?

Unexpectedly—a dear one speaking to my beloved.

At an unripe date, a precious one speaks to a precious one,

أحنّ وأشواق اللقا تستريبني

أحنّ وأشواق اللقا تستريبني

تعالي ولو زيفاً إليَّ تعالي!

تعالي ولو زيفاً إليَّ تعالي!

I yearn, and longings for reunion fill me with doubt.

Yearning and longing for the meeting confuse me,

Come to me, even in pretense—come!

Come to me, even falsely, come closer!

تعالي إلى ظلٍ ورفّ حمامةٍ

تعالي إلى ظلٍ ورفّ حمامةٍ

ونغمة عصفورٍ وراحة بالِ

ونغمة عصفورٍ وراحة بالِ

Come to shade and a dove's flutter,

Come closer to a shade and the flap of a dove,

and a sparrow's song and peace of mind,

And the melody of a bird and the serenity of mind,

وجنةِ فردوسٍ وبيتٍ يضمنا

وجنةِ فردوسٍ وبيتٍ يضمنا

وأجمل أيامٍ وخير ليالي

وأجمل أيامٍ وخير ليالي

and a garden of paradise and a home that embraces us,

And the garden of Paradise and a house that shelters us,

and the loveliest days and the finest nights.

And the most beautiful days and the best nights,

تعالي إلى روحٍ كأن صريرها

تعالي إلى روحٍ كأن صريرها

أقاصيصُ ركبانٍ بطودٍ خالي

أقاصيصُ ركبانٍ بطودٍ خالي

Come to a soul whose creaking sounds like

Come closer to a soul whose ringing

riders' tales on a lofty, deserted mountain.

Is the stories of riders in empty valleys,

أعلل نفسي باللقاء وإنني

أعلل نفسي باللقاء وإنني

لأعلم ألا قُربَ منكِ يُرى لي

لأعلم ألا قُربَ منكِ يُرى لي

I console myself with hopes of reunion, though I

I justify myself with the meeting, and yet I

know full well that no closeness to you is in sight for me.

Know that no nearness to you can be seen by me,

وأصبر حتى يَعجبون وإنهم

وأصبر حتى يَعجبون وإنهم

يظنون قلبي من غرامكِ سالي

يظنون قلبي من غرامكِ سالي

And I endure until they marvel, and indeed they

And I am patient until they are amazed, and yet they

think my heart has forgotten its love for you.

Think my heart has flowed from passion for you,

وبي من عظيم الوجد ياحلوة اللمى

وبي من عظيم الوجد ياحلوة اللمى

كأن هموم العالمين عيالي

كأن هموم العالمين عيالي

Yet within me is immense longing, O sweet, dusky-lipped one,

And in me, from the great ecstasy, O sweet of beauty,

as though the sorrows of all the worlds were my children.

It is as if the sorrows of both worlds are my children.