بَرَكاتُ عِندي كَاِسمِهِ بَرَكاتُ

بَرَكاتُ عِندي كَاِسمِهِ بَرَكاتُ

ظَبيٌ طَرائِفُ طَرفِهِ اللَحَظاتُ

ظَبيٌ طَرائِفُ طَرفِهِ اللَحَظاتُ

Barakat is blessings to me, just as his name implies.

Blessings are with me like his name, blessings,

A gazelle whose glances are the rare gifts of his eye.

A gazelle, the glances of his gaze are subtleties,

إِن جاءَ مِن فَمِهِ إِلَيكَ بِجَونَةٍ

إِن جاءَ مِن فَمِهِ إِلَيكَ بِجَونَةٍ

جاءَتكَ مِن كافورِها النَفَحاتُ

جاءَتكَ مِن كافورِها النَفَحاتُ

If he brings you a perfume casket from his mouth,

If he came to you with a kiss from his mouth,

Fragrant wafts reach you from its camphor.

The breaths of its camphor came to you,

غُصنٌ إِذا ما قامَ يَجلو قَدَّهُ

غُصنٌ إِذا ما قامَ يَجلو قَدَّهُ

كانَت جَلا أَعطافُهُ الحَركاتُ

كانَت جَلا أَعطافُهُ الحَركاتُ

A bough—whenever he rises, displaying his figure,

A branch, if it stood up straightening its trunk,

His movements lend his flanks their luster.

The movements of its tenderness were straightening,

مُتَخَصِّصٌ بِخَلائِقٍ لَو أَنها

مُتَخَصِّصٌ بِخَلائِقٍ لَو أَنها

قُطنٌ غَدَت مِنها لَنا حِبَراتٌ

قُطنٌ غَدَت مِنها لَنا حِبَراتٌ

Singularly endowed with qualities that, if they

Specialized in natures, if they were cotton,

Were cotton, would yield striped cloths for us.

Inks would have been made from them for us,

وَمُعَذَّرٍ لي فيهِ عُذرٌ واضِحٌ

وَمُعَذَّرٍ لي فيهِ عُذرٌ واضِحٌ

مَن شَكَّ فيهِ فَفيهِ لي إِعناتُ

مَن شَكَّ فيهِ فَفيهِ لي إِعناتُ

And a downy-cheeked youth—my excuse for him is clear;

And excusing me in it, the excuse is clear,

Whoever doubts it causes me vexation over him.

Whoever doubts it, so for me in it are advocates,

لَو لَم يَكُن حُبّي لَهُ رِبحاً لِما

لَو لَم يَكُن حُبّي لَهُ رِبحاً لِما

كَثُرَت بِمَوسِمِ حُبِّهِ المُهجاتُ

كَثُرَت بِمَوسِمِ حُبِّهِ المُهجاتُ

Were my love for him not a gain, then

If my love for him were not profitable,

Hearts would not flock in such numbers to the fair of his love.

The passions would not have multiplied in the season of his love.