عاوَدَ القَلبَ بَعضُ ما قَد شَجاهُ

عاوَدَ القَلبَ بَعضُ ما قَد شَجاهُ

مِن حَبيبٍ أَمسى هَوانا هَواهُ

مِن حَبيبٍ أَمسى هَوانا هَواهُ

Some of what had grieved it returned to the heart,

Some of what had wounded my heart

From a beloved whose love has become our own.

Of a lover who now disdains his passion

يا لِقَومي وَكَيفَ صَبرِيَ عَمَّن

يا لِقَومي وَكَيفَ صَبرِيَ عَمَّن

لا تَرى النَفسُ طيبَ عَيشٍ سِواهُ

لا تَرى النَفسُ طيبَ عَيشٍ سِواهُ

O my people! How can I bear being apart from one

Oh my people, how can I have patience with one

Without whom the soul finds no sweetness in life?

Whose soul finds no comfort without him

أَرسَلَت إِذ رَأَت بِعادِيَ أَن لا

أَرسَلَت إِذ رَأَت بِعادِيَ أَن لا

يَقبَلَن بي مُحَرِّشاً إِن أَتاهُ

يَقبَلَن بي مُحَرِّشاً إِن أَتاهُ

When she saw my estrangement, she sent word: 'Let him not

When she saw I was distant, she sent word that

Heed an instigator against me, should one come to him.

No talebearer will be welcomed if he comes to him

لا تُطِع بي فَدَتكَ نَفسي عَدوّاً

لا تُطِع بي فَدَتكَ نَفسي عَدوّاً

لِحَديثٍ عَلى هَواهُ اِفتَراهُ

لِحَديثٍ عَلى هَواهُ اِفتَراهُ

Do not heed an enemy against me—may my soul ransom you—

Do not obey, may I ransom you, my soul's enemy

For a tale he has fabricated to suit his own desire.

In tales he fabricated to suit his whim

لا تُطِع بي مَن لَو رَآني وَإِيّا

لا تُطِع بي مَن لَو رَآني وَإِيّا

كَ أَسيرَي ضَرورَةٍ ما عَناهُ

كَ أَسيرَي ضَرورَةٍ ما عَناهُ

Do not heed against me one who, if he saw me and

Do not obey one who, were he to see me and you

You both captives of dire need, would not care.'

As two captives of dire need, would not reproach him

وَاِجتِنابي بَيتَ الحَبيبِ وَما الخُل

وَاِجتِنابي بَيتَ الحَبيبِ وَما الخُل

دُ بِأَشهى إِلَيَّ مِن أَن أَراهُ

دُ بِأَشهى إِلَيَّ مِن أَن أَراهُ

And I shun the beloved's house, though immortality is not

And avoiding the house of the beloved, though nothing is sweeter

More desirable to me than seeing my beloved.

To me than to see him

ما ضِراري نَفسي بِهَجرَةِ مَن لَي

ما ضِراري نَفسي بِهَجرَةِ مَن لَي

سَ مُسيئاً وَلا بَعيداً ثَراهُ

سَ مُسيئاً وَلا بَعيداً ثَراهُ

Why do I harm myself by forsaking one who is not

It does my soul no harm to shun one who is

A wrongdoer, and whose ground lies not far away,

Neither unjust nor far, though he spurns me

دونَ أَن يَسمَعَ المَعاذِرَ مِنّي

دونَ أَن يَسمَعَ المَعاذِرَ مِنّي

أَو يُرى عاتِباً فَعِندي رِضاهُ

أَو يُرى عاتِباً فَعِندي رِضاهُ

Without the beloved hearing my excuses

Without hearing my excuses

Or appearing reproachful—for I can appease my beloved?

Or seeing him blame me, for I have his approval