جَعلَ الهوَى لكَ يا شَبِي

جَعلَ الهوَى لكَ يا شَبِي

بُ جَوارِحي جُنداً عَليَّا

بُ جَوارِحي جُنداً عَليَّا

Love has made for you, O Shabib,

The passion made for you, my youth,

My limbs an army against me.

In my senses hosts against me.

فإِذا سَلوتُكَ ساعَةً

فإِذا سَلوتُكَ ساعَةً

رَجعَت مواكبُها إلَيَّا

رَجعَت مواكبُها إلَيَّا

So whenever I forget you for an hour,

When I beseech you for an hour,

Their processions return to me.

Its retinue returns to me.

ما ضرَّ لو أحيَيتَ مَيتاً

ما ضرَّ لو أحيَيتَ مَيتاً

قبلَ ما أفنَيتَ حَيَّا

قبلَ ما أفنَيتَ حَيَّا

What harm would it do if you revived a dead man

No harm if you revived a dead man

Before you destroyed a living one?

Before you destroyed a living one.