أَراكَ طَروباً ذا شَجاً وَتَرَنُّمٍ

أَراكَ طَروباً ذا شَجاً وَتَرَنُّمٍ

تَطوفُ بِأَذيالِ السِجافِ المُخَيِّمِ

تَطوفُ بِأَذيالِ السِجافِ المُخَيِّمِ

I see you enraptured, full of sorrow and song.

I see you wandering, rapt and singing your verses,

You wander along the hems of the curtain spread as a canopy.

Strolling in the shadow of the gathering dusk.

أَصابَكَ عِشقٌ أَم بُليتَ بِنَظرَةٍ

أَصابَكَ عِشقٌ أَم بُليتَ بِنَظرَةٍ

فَما هَذهِ إِلّا سَجِيَّةُ مُغرَمِ

فَما هَذهِ إِلّا سَجِيَّةُ مُغرَمِ

Has love struck you, or have you been afflicted by a glance?

Have you been struck by love or wasted by a glance?

For this is nothing but the nature of one consumed by love.

This affliction is surely that of one impassioned.