يا نَازِلينَ على نَأْيِ المَحَلِّ بِهمْ

يا نَازِلينَ على نَأْيِ المَحَلِّ بِهمْ

بِحيثُ يُجمَعُ شَمْلُ الجِسْمِ بالرُّوحِ

بِحيثُ يُجمَعُ شَمْلُ الجِسْمِ بالرُّوحِ

O you who dwell, though the place that holds you is far away,

O you who have settled in the remote abode

where the body is joined with the soul:

Where body and soul are united

لَو كَانَ في وسعِ جُهدِي أن أبُثَّكُمُ

لَو كَانَ في وسعِ جُهدِي أن أبُثَّكُمُ

شَوقِي وأشكوكُمُ وَجدِي وتَبْرِيحِي

شَوقِي وأشكوكُمُ وَجدِي وتَبْرِيحِي

If it were within my power to confide to you

If my efforts could convey to you

my longing, and complain to you of my anguish and torment,

My longing, my complaint, my passion, my relief

أضَقْتُ مُتَّسَعَ الأوْرَاقِ عَنهُ ولَوْ

أضَقْتُ مُتَّسَعَ الأوْرَاقِ عَنهُ ولَوْ

حَمّلْتُهُ الرِّيح أوْهَى قُوةَ الرِّيحِ

حَمّلْتُهُ الرِّيح أوْهَى قُوةَ الرِّيحِ

I would make the expanse of pages too narrow for it; and if

I would have burdened the ample pages, even if

I made the wind bear it, it would sap the wind's strength.

I had loaded the wind, exhausting the wind's strength

لا شَيءَ أسْعَدُ مِنِّي إن تَراجَعَ بِي

لا شَيءَ أسْعَدُ مِنِّي إن تَراجَعَ بِي

إلَيكُمْ طُولُ تَبكِيري وتَرْويحِي

إلَيكُمْ طُولُ تَبكِيري وتَرْويحِي

Nothing would be happier than I, if I were brought back

Nothing gladdens me more than my early rising

to you by my long journeys at dawn and evening.

And walking to see you again

لَوْلاكُمُ ما أعَرْتُ السَّمعَ صَادِحَةً

لَوْلاكُمُ ما أعَرْتُ السَّمعَ صَادِحَةً

إنْ قَصَّرَتْ قُلْتُ من وَجْدِي لَها نُوحِي

إنْ قَصَّرَتْ قُلْتُ من وَجْدِي لَها نُوحِي

But for you, I would not have lent an ear to a singing bird;

Were it not for you, I would not have lent my ear

if its song faltered, I would tell it in my anguish, "Lament!"

To the loud cries, and said to the crier, "Cry more!"

نَاحَتْ ولو وَجَدَتْ وَجْدِي بِكُمْ لَبَكَتْ

نَاحَتْ ولو وَجَدَتْ وَجْدِي بِكُمْ لَبَكَتْ

مِثْلِي بِدَمْعٍ عَلَى الخَدَّينِ مَسْفُوحِ

مِثْلِي بِدَمْعٍ عَلَى الخَدَّينِ مَسْفُوحِ

It lamented; and had it felt my anguish for you, it would have wept

It cried, and if it felt my passion for you, it would weep

like me, with tears streaming down both cheeks.

Like me, with tears flowing down both cheeks

فَشَاعَكُمْ حَيثُ ما كُنتُمْ سَلامُ شَجٍ

فَشَاعَكُمْ حَيثُ ما كُنتُمْ سَلامُ شَجٍ

حَتَّى يُرَى وهوَ في أثْوابِ مَذْبُوحِ

حَتَّى يُرَى وهوَ في أثْوابِ مَذْبُوحِ

So may a sorrow-stricken man's greeting follow you wherever you are—

So greetings wherever you are, from a wounded heart

so stricken that he is seen in the garments of a slaughtered man.

Until it is seen, clothed in slaughtered raiments