إِلَيْكِ هَدِيَّتِي وَقَلْبِي مُتَيَّمُ

إِلَيْكِ هَدِيَّتِي وَقَلْبِي مُتَيَّمُ

مُنَاهُ يَكُونُهَا وَمَا زَالَ يَحْلُمُ

مُنَاهُ يَكُونُهَا وَمَا زَالَ يَحْلُمُ

Here is my gift to you, and my heart is love-struck.

To you my gift, and my heart is lovelorn

Its wish is to be that gift, and it still dreams.

Its dwelling becomes it, and it still dreams

وَرُوحِي تَمَنَّى لَوْ تَصِيرُ هَدِيَّتِي

وَرُوحِي تَمَنَّى لَوْ تَصِيرُ هَدِيَّتِي

فَنَحْيَا بِرُوحَيْنَا مَعًا نَتَنَعَّمُ

فَنَحْيَا بِرُوحَيْنَا مَعًا نَتَنَعَّمُ

And my soul wished it could become my gift,

And my soul wished that my gift would become you

So we might live with our two souls, together enjoying bliss.

So we live with our two souls together delighted

وَلَوْ أَنَّ مِلْكِي ذِي الْبِحَارُ بِدُرِّهَا

وَلَوْ أَنَّ مِلْكِي ذِي الْبِحَارُ بِدُرِّهَا

بَعَثْتُ إِلَيْكِ الدُّرَّ وَهْيَ تَبَسَّمُ

بَعَثْتُ إِلَيْكِ الدُّرَّ وَهْيَ تَبَسَّمُ

And if these seas, with their pearls, were mine,

And if my kingdom with its seas and pearls

I would send you the pearls as they smiled.

I would send you the pearls smiling

وَلَوْ كُنْتُ أُهْدِيكِ الْبَسِيطَةَ جَنَّةً

وَلَوْ كُنْتُ أُهْدِيكِ الْبَسِيطَةَ جَنَّةً

وَفَاحَتْ بِمَا فِي الْقَلْبِ كَادَتْ تَكَلَّمُ

وَفَاحَتْ بِمَا فِي الْقَلْبِ كَادَتْ تَكَلَّمُ

And if I offered you the earth as a paradise,

And if I gifted you an orchard vast

And it exhaled the fragrance of what the heart holds, it would almost speak.

Filled with all the heart contains, it would have spoken

وَلَوْ كُنْتُ أُعْطِيكِ النُّجُومَ هَدِيَّةً

وَلَوْ كُنْتُ أُعْطِيكِ النُّجُومَ هَدِيَّةً

وَصَارَتْ تُبَاهِي، مِنْ ضِيَائِكِ تَنْهَمُ

وَصَارَتْ تُبَاهِي، مِنْ ضِيَائِكِ تَنْهَمُ

And if I gave you the stars as a gift,

And if I gave you the stars as a gift

And they grew boastful, feasting on your radiance,

And they shone proudly in your light, sighing

وَلَوْ كُنْتُ أُهْدِيكِ الْقَرِيضَ مُمَدِّحًا

وَلَوْ كُنْتُ أُهْدِيكِ الْقَرِيضَ مُمَدِّحًا

وَصَارَ قَرِيضِي من سِمَاتِكِ يَنْغَمُ

وَصَارَ قَرِيضِي من سِمَاتِكِ يَنْغَمُ

And if I offered you verse in lavish praise,

And if I gifted you poetry singing your praises

And my verse drew its music from your qualities,

My verses with your attributes ring

فَنَالَ الرِّضَا مَا قَدْ بَذَلْتُ لَسَرَّنِي

فَنَالَ الرِّضَا مَا قَدْ بَذَلْتُ لَسَرَّنِي

وَصِرْتُ عَلَى التَّقْصِيرِ ذَا أَتَأَلَّمُ

وَصِرْتُ عَلَى التَّقْصِيرِ ذَا أَتَأَلَّمُ

And what I had offered won approval, that would surely gladden me;

Gaining approval however much I gave would please me

And I would ache over this shortcoming.

Though I’m deficient, I remain pained