ثَوَى لَكَ فِي قَلْبِي غَرَامُ مُبَرِّحٌ

ثَوَى لَكَ فِي قَلْبِي غَرَامُ مُبَرِّحٌ

إِرَاقَتُهُ فِي حَبَّةِ القَلْبِ تَنْفُثُ

إِرَاقَتُهُ فِي حَبَّةِ القَلْبِ تَنْفُثُ

For you there dwells within my heart a tormenting passion;

An agonizing passion for you has settled in my heart.

Its outpouring breathes into the heart’s very core.

Its outpouring breathes within the heart's core.

ثَبَاتِي عَلى هَذَا الهَوَى غَيْرُ مُمْكِنٍ

ثَبَاتِي عَلى هَذَا الهَوَى غَيْرُ مُمْكِنٍ

وَمِثْلِى عَلى مِثْلِ الهَوَى لَيْسَ يَمْكُثُ

وَمِثْلِى عَلى مِثْلِ الهَوَى لَيْسَ يَمْكُثُ

My remaining constant in this love is impossible,

My steadfastness in this passion is impossible,

Nor does one like me endure a passion such as this.

and one like me does not persist in a passion like this.

ثَمِلْتُ وَلَمْ أَمْدُدْ يَميِناً لِقَهْوَةٍ

ثَمِلْتُ وَلَمْ أَمْدُدْ يَميِناً لِقَهْوَةٍ

وَلاَ رَاحَ إِلاَّ الحُبُّ بِالْقَلْبِ يَعْبَثُ

وَلاَ رَاحَ إِلاَّ الحُبُّ بِالْقَلْبِ يَعْبَثُ

I grew drunk, though I never stretched out a hand for wine;

I grew drunk, though I never stretched my right hand toward wine,

No wine but love plays havoc with the heart.

and there is no wine but love, which toys with the heart.

ثَنَيْتُ عَنَانَ الحًبِّ نَحْوَكَ والرِّضَى

ثَنَيْتُ عَنَانَ الحًبِّ نَحْوَكَ والرِّضَى

وَنَارُ الأَسَى بَيْنَ الضُّلُوعِ تُؤَرَّثُ

وَنَارُ الأَسَى بَيْنَ الضُّلُوعِ تُؤَرَّثُ

I turned love’s reins toward you, willingly,

I turned the reins of love toward you and contentment,

While sorrow’s fire is kindled among my ribs.

while sorrow's fire is kindled between my ribs.

ثَوَابُ الهَوَى لَوْ أَسْعَدَ الحُبُّ وَقْفَةٌ

ثَوَابُ الهَوَى لَوْ أَسْعَدَ الحُبُّ وَقْفَةٌ

يُحَدِّثُنِي فِي ظِلِّهَا وَأْحَدِّثُ

يُحَدِّثُنِي فِي ظِلِّهَا وَأْحَدِّثُ

Passion’s reward—if love should grant me joy—would be one moment

Passion's reward, if love favored me, would be a moment's pause,

In whose shade it speaks with me, and I speak with it.

in whose shade he would speak to me, and I would speak.

ثَرَائِي وَجَاهِي فِيهِ وَحْدٌ وَأَدْمُعٌ

ثَرَائِي وَجَاهِي فِيهِ وَحْدٌ وَأَدْمُعٌ

فَقَلْبيَ فِي الحَالَيِنِ ضَاحٍ وَمُدْمِثُ

فَقَلْبيَ فِي الحَالَيِنِ ضَاحٍ وَمُدْمِثُ

My wealth and standing in love are solitude and tears;

My wealth and rank in it are solitude and tears,

Thus in both states my heart is sun-bared and rain-soaked.

so in both states my heart is bare to the sun and tender.

ثَقِيلُ الأَسَى عِنْدِي خَفِيفٌ لأَجْلِهِ

ثَقِيلُ الأَسَى عِنْدِي خَفِيفٌ لأَجْلِهِ

فَهَا أَنَا فِي وَجْدِي بِهِ أَتَشَبَّثُ

فَهَا أَنَا فِي وَجْدِي بِهِ أَتَشَبَّثُ

Sorrow, though heavy, is light to me for his sake;

Heavy sorrow is light to me for his sake,

Here I am, clinging to him in my rapture.

so here I am, in my longing, clinging to him.

ثَلَمْتَ فُؤَادِي بِالنَّوىَ فَجَبَرْتُهُ

ثَلَمْتَ فُؤَادِي بِالنَّوىَ فَجَبَرْتُهُ

بِصبْرٍ بِهِ أَبْرَمْتُ مَا أَنْتَ تَنْكُثُ

بِصبْرٍ بِهِ أَبْرَمْتُ مَا أَنْتَ تَنْكُثُ

You breached my heart with separation, and I mended it

You broke my heart with separation, so I mended it

With patience, binding by it what you unravel.

with patience, by which I twisted tight what you unravel.

ثَكِلْتُ فُؤَادِي إِنْ تَأَلَّمْتُ لِلأَسَىَ

ثَكِلْتُ فُؤَادِي إِنْ تَأَلَّمْتُ لِلأَسَىَ

عَلَى عِلْمِي أَنَّ الحَوَادِثَ تَحْدُثُ

عَلَى عِلْمِي أَنَّ الحَوَادِثَ تَحْدُثُ

May I be bereft of my heart if I suffer on account of sorrow,

May I be bereft of my heart if I suffer from sorrow,

Though I know that misfortunes occur.

though I know that calamities come to pass.

ثَنَاؤُكَ رَيْحَانِي وَذِكْرُكَ رَاحَتِي

ثَنَاؤُكَ رَيْحَانِي وَذِكْرُكَ رَاحَتِي

وَحُبُّكَ سُلْوَانِي إِلَى يَوْمِ أَبْعَثُ

وَحُبُّكَ سُلْوَانِي إِلَى يَوْمِ أَبْعَثُ

Your praise is my sweet basil, and your remembrance my repose;

Praise of you is my sweet basil, and remembrance of you my repose,

Your love is my consolation until the day I am raised.

and love for you is my consolation until the day I am raised again.