شَوقيmy longing يَجلُّis exalted عَنِabove الوَسائلthe means
شَوقي يَجلُّ عَنِ الوَسائل
وَهوَىand love ينزّهis exalted عَنbeyond مُماثِلan equal
وَهوَى ينزّه عَن مُماثِل
My longing transcends all means,
My longing transcends all means,
And love is beyond any equal.
And my love is too noble for any peer.
شَوقيmy longing يُجدّدهُrenews it الزَّمانtime
شَوقي يُجدّدهُ الزَّمان
إِلَيكَtoward you لاnot نَحوَtoward المَنازلthe dwellings
إِلَيكَ لا نَحوَ المَنازل
Time renews my longing
Time renews my longing for you,
Toward you, not toward the dwellings.
Not towards dwellings.
بُشّرتُI was given glad tidings أَنّكthat you قاتِليmy slayer
بُشّرتُ أَنّك قاتِلي
ياoh حَبَّذاhow welcome إِنif كُنتَyou are قاتلa slayer
يا حَبَّذا إِن كُنتَ قاتل
I was given glad tidings that you are my slayer;
I was given glad tidings that you are my killer.
Oh, how welcome, if you are the slayer!
How wonderful if you really are my killer!
زَوّدprovision فُؤاديmy heart نَظرَةa glimpse
زَوّد فُؤادي نَظرَة
مِنof حُسنِthe beauty of وَجهِكَyour face فَهوَfor it راحِلdeparting
مِن حُسنِ وَجهِكَ فَهوَ راحِل
Provision my heart with a glimpse
Provide my heart with a glance
Of your face's beauty, for it is departing.
Of your beautiful face before it departs.
روحيmy soul فِداءa ransom مُبَشِّريmy bearer of glad tidings
روحي فِداء مُبَشِّري
إِنif صَحَّis true أَنَّكَthat you ليwith me مُواصِلmaintaining communion
إِن صَحَّ أَنَّكَ لي مُواصِل
My soul is a ransom for my bearer of glad tidings,
My soul is sacrificed for the one who gave me glad tidings,
If it is true that you are in communion with me.
If it is true that you will keep me company.
مُستَشفِعٌseeking intercession بِوَسائلٍthrough means
مُستَشفِعٌ بِوَسائلٍ
وَأَلَذّand sweeter مِنthan إِحدىone of الوَسائلthe means
وَأَلَذّ مِن إِحدى الوَسائل
Seeking intercession through means,
I seek mediation through means,
And sweeter than one of the means.
Yet the sweetest means is you yourself.
سَهَريmy sleeplessness لِغَيركَfor anyone but you ضائِعٌwasted
سَهَري لِغَيركَ ضائِعٌ
وَتَيمّميand my turning بِسِواكَtoward anyone but you باطِلvain
وَتَيمّمي بِسِواكَ باطِل
My sleeplessness for anyone but you is wasted,
My sleeplessness is wasted on others,
And my turning toward anyone but you is vain.
And my aspirations through other than you are futile.
Sol 6.1