سَادَتي إنْ نَأتِ الدَّارُ بِكُمْ

سَادَتي إنْ نَأتِ الدَّارُ بِكُمْ

فَلَكُمْ في سَاحَةِ القَلْبِ مُقَامُ

فَلَكُمْ في سَاحَةِ القَلْبِ مُقَامُ

My masters, if the abode has taken you far away,

My masters, if the house departs with you

Then you have a dwelling in the courtyard of my heart.

In the courtyard of my heart you have a dwelling

ما حَمَامُ الأيْكِ لَمَّا بنتُمُ

ما حَمَامُ الأيْكِ لَمَّا بنتُمُ

عن مَحَانِي الرَّبْعِ لِي إلاَّ حِمَامُ

عن مَحَانِي الرَّبْعِ لِي إلاَّ حِمَامُ

The grove's dove, since you departed

The cooing of the doves when you built

From the dwelling's recesses, is nothing but death to me.

Is to me nothing but cooing

كُلَّمَا رَجَّعَ في تَغريدِهِ

كُلَّمَا رَجَّعَ في تَغريدِهِ

رَاجعتْني صَبَواتٌ وغَرَامُ

رَاجعتْني صَبَواتٌ وغَرَامُ

Whenever it trills in its song,

Whenever it repeats its song

Amorous yearnings and passion return to me.

Past passions come back to me

فَهوَ مِثلِي في مُعَاطَاةِ الجَوَى

فَهوَ مِثلِي في مُعَاطَاةِ الجَوَى

فَكِلاَنَا حِلْفُ شَجْوٍ مُسْتَهَامُ

فَكِلاَنَا حِلْفُ شَجْوٍ مُسْتَهَامُ

So it is like me in partaking of love's anguish;

It is like me in suffering from longing

For we are both sorrow's sworn companions, crazed with love.

So we both have sworn oaths of lament

غَيرَ أنِّي لا أرَى أجْفَانَهُ

غَيرَ أنِّي لا أرَى أجْفَانَهُ

أبَداً تَنْدَى ولِي دَمْعٌ سِجَامُ

أبَداً تَنْدَى ولِي دَمْعٌ سِجَامُ

Yet I do not see its eyelids

Except I never see its eyelids

Ever grow moist, while my tears stream.

Damped, while I have ever-flowing tears

سَاهِراً لَمْ أدْرِ ما النَّومُ إذَا

سَاهِراً لَمْ أدْرِ ما النَّومُ إذَا

ضَمَّ هَذَا النَّاسَ في اللَّيلِ المَنَامُ

ضَمَّ هَذَا النَّاسَ في اللَّيلِ المَنَامُ

Wakeful, I knew not what sleep was when

Sleepless, unaware of sleep when

Slumber enfolded these people in the night.

It embraces people in the night's slumber

فَسَلُوا عَن مُقْلَتِي طيفَكُمُ

فَسَلُوا عَن مُقْلَتِي طيفَكُمُ

فَهوَ لا يطْرُقُ من لَيسَ يَنَامُ

فَهوَ لا يطْرُقُ من لَيسَ يَنَامُ

So ask your dream-apparition about my eye;

Ask about my sleepless eyes your specter

For it does not visit by night those who do not sleep.

It does not visit those who do not slumber

غَيْرُ بِدْعٍ بَثِّيَ الشَّوقَ لَكُمْ

غَيْرُ بِدْعٍ بَثِّيَ الشَّوقَ لَكُمْ

فَإلَى سَيِّدِهِ يَشْكُو الغُلامُ

فَإلَى سَيِّدِهِ يَشْكُو الغُلامُ

It is no strange thing that I confide my longing to you;

Save calling, my yearning for you I vent

For a servant complains to his master.

So the lad complains to his lord

وعَليكُمْ مِن كَئِيْبٍ مُدْنِفٍ

وعَليكُمْ مِن كَئِيْبٍ مُدْنِفٍ

طَلَّقَتْ أجْفَانُهُ النَّومَ السَّلامُ

طَلَّقَتْ أجْفَانُهُ النَّومَ السَّلامُ

And upon you, from a sorrowful, lovesick man

And on you from a gloom-ridden, woeful one

Whose eyelids have divorced sleep, be peace.

Whose eyes have bid sleep goodbye, salams