أَنا مَن تَسمَعُ عَنهُ وَتَرى

أَنا مَن تَسمَعُ عَنهُ وَتَرى

لا تُكَذِّب عَن غَرامي خَبَرا

لا تُكَذِّب عَن غَرامي خَبَرا

I am the one you hear of and see.

I am the one whom you hear of and see

Do not disbelieve any report of my passion.

Do not deny the news of my passion

لي حَبيبٌ كَمَلت أَوصافُهُ

لي حَبيبٌ كَمَلت أَوصافُهُ

حُقَّ لي في حُبِّهِ أَن أُعذَرا

حُقَّ لي في حُبِّهِ أَن أُعذَرا

I have a beloved whose qualities are perfect.

I have a lover whose attributes are perfect

I deserve to be excused for loving him.

I have a right in his love to make excuses

حينَ أَضحى حُسنُهُ مُشتَهِرا

حينَ أَضحى حُسنُهُ مُشتَهِرا

رُحتُ في الوَجدِ بِهِ مُشتَهِرا

رُحتُ في الوَجدِ بِهِ مُشتَهِرا

When his beauty became renowned,

When his beauty became well known

I became renowned for my passionate longing for him.

I went out well known in passion for him

كُلُّ شَيءٍ مِن حَبيبي حَسَنٌ

كُلُّ شَيءٍ مِن حَبيبي حَسَنٌ

لا أَرى مِثلَ حَبيبي في الوَرى

لا أَرى مِثلَ حَبيبي في الوَرى

Everything about my beloved is beautiful.

Everything about my lover is beautiful

I see no one like my beloved among humankind.

I do not see any like my lover in all creation

أَحوَرٌ أَصبَحتُ فيهِ حائِراً

أَحوَرٌ أَصبَحتُ فيهِ حائِراً

أَسمَرٌ أَمسَيتُ فيهِ سَمَرا

أَسمَرٌ أَمسَيتُ فيهِ سَمَرا

Dark-eyed is he; I have grown bewildered by him.

Dazed I have become in him

Brown-skinned is he; on his account I have become a tale told at night.

Dark I have become in longing for him

بَعضُ ما أَلقاهُ مِنهُ أَنَّهُ

بَعضُ ما أَلقاهُ مِنهُ أَنَّهُ

لا يَزالُ الدَهرَ بي مُستَهتِرا

لا يَزالُ الدَهرَ بي مُستَهتِرا

Part of what I suffer from him is that he

Some of what his glances cast on me

Keeps forever trifling with me.

He continues forever to make me infatuated

فَتَراني باكِياً مُكتَئِباً

فَتَراني باكِياً مُكتَئِباً

وَتَراهُ ضاحِكاً مُستَبشِرا

وَتَراهُ ضاحِكاً مُستَبشِرا

So you see me weeping and dejected,

So you see me crying, depressed

And you see him laughing and rejoicing.

And you see him laughing, delighted

إِنَّ لَيلاً قَد دَجا مِن شَعرِهِ

إِنَّ لَيلاً قَد دَجا مِن شَعرِهِ

فيهِ ما أَحلى الضَنى وَالسَهَرا

فيهِ ما أَحلى الضَنى وَالسَهَرا

Indeed, a night has grown dark from his hair;

For at night his hair spreads

Within it, how sweet are wasting sickness and sleeplessness!

In which is the sweetest distress and vigil

وَصَباحاً قَد بَدا مِن وَجهِهِ

وَصَباحاً قَد بَدا مِن وَجهِهِ

حَيَّرَ الأَلبابَ لَمّا أَسفَرا

حَيَّرَ الأَلبابَ لَمّا أَسفَرا

And a dawn has emerged from his face,

And in the morning his face appears

Bewildering minds when it shone forth.

Dazzling minds when it dawns

وَاِفتِضاحي فيهِ ما أَطيَبَهُ

وَاِفتِضاحي فيهِ ما أَطيَبَهُ

كانَ ما كانَ وَيَدري مَن دَرى

كانَ ما كانَ وَيَدري مَن دَرى

And my disgrace on his account—how sweet it is!

And my infatuation in him - how sweet it is

What happened happened; whoever knows, knows.

What happened has happened, and those who know, know

أَيُّها الواشونَ ما أَغفَلَكُم

أَيُّها الواشونَ ما أَغفَلَكُم

لَو عَلِمتُم ما جَرى لي وَجَرى

لَو عَلِمتُم ما جَرى لي وَجَرى

O talebearers, how heedless you are!

O busybodies, how unaware you are

If only you knew what befell me, time and again!

If you knew what has happened to me

وَأَذَعتُم عَن فُؤادي سَلوَةً

وَأَذَعتُم عَن فُؤادي سَلوَةً

إِنَّ هَذا لَحَديثٌ مُفتَرى

إِنَّ هَذا لَحَديثٌ مُفتَرى

And you spread word that my heart has forgotten its love;

And you gave relief to my heart

This is indeed a fabricated tale.

This would be an invented tale

بَينَ قَلبي وَسُلُوّي في الهَوى

بَينَ قَلبي وَسُلُوّي في الهَوى

مِثلُ ما بَينَ الثُرَيّا وَالثَرى

مِثلُ ما بَينَ الثُرَيّا وَالثَرى

Between my heart and my ceasing to love

Between my heart and its relief in love

Lies a gulf like that between the Pleiades and the dust.

Is like what lies between al-Thurayya and the ground