أَرسِلي بِالسَلامِ يا سَلمَ إِنّي

أَرسِلي بِالسَلامِ يا سَلمَ إِنّي

مُنذُ عُلَّقتُكُم غَنِيٌّ فَقيرُ

مُنذُ عُلَّقتُكُم غَنِيٌّ فَقيرُ

Send greetings, O Salm, for I

Send my greetings, O branch, for since

have been rich and poor since I fell in love with you.

I hung upon you, I've been rich yet poor.

فَالغِنى إِن مَلَكتُ أَمرَكِ وَالفَق

فَالغِنى إِن مَلَكتُ أَمرَكِ وَالفَق

رُ بِأَنّي أَزورُ مَن لا يَزورُ

رُ بِأَنّي أَزورُ مَن لا يَزورُ

Wealth is mine if I hold sway over you; and pover-

Rich, in that I possess your being; poor

ty lies in my visiting one who does not visit me.

In that I visit one who comes no more.

وَيحَ نَفسي تَسلوا النُفوسُ وَنَفسي

وَيحَ نَفسي تَسلوا النُفوسُ وَنَفسي

في هَوى الريمِ ذِكرُها ما يَحورُ

في هَوى الريمِ ذِكرُها ما يَحورُ

Alas for my soul! Other souls find solace, while mine

Ah, my soul finds rest by soothing souls,

is in love with the gazelle; its remembrance of her never wanes.

While for Rim's love my soul is evermore

مَن لِنَفسٍ تَتوقُ أَنتِ هَواها

مَن لِنَفسٍ تَتوقُ أَنتِ هَواها

وَفُؤادٍ يَكادُ فيكِ يَطيرُ

وَفُؤادٍ يَكادُ فيكِ يَطيرُ

Who will aid a yearning soul—you are its love—

Aflame. For one whose soul, like mine, aspires,

and a heart that nearly takes flight for you?

And heart, like mine, in you would fly and soar...