جَوانِحُناour ribs شَوقاًin longing إِلَيكُمtoward you جَوانِحُinclining
جَوانِحُنا شَوقاً إِلَيكُم جَوانِحُ
وَأَلبابُناand our minds تَصبوyearn لَكُمfor you وَالجَوارِحُand the limbs
وَأَلبابُنا تَصبو لَكُم وَالجَوارِحُ
Our ribs incline toward you in longing;
and our minds and limbs yearn for you.
وَمَغناكُمُand your dwelling مَغنىabode الهَوىlove ياah سَقىmay water الهَوىlove
وَمَغناكُمُ مَغنى الهَوى يا سَقى الهَوى
وَأَيّامُهُand its days غادٍcoming in the morning مِنَfrom among المُزنِthe rainclouds رائِحُcoming in the evening
وَأَيّامُهُ غادٍ مِنَ المُزنِ رائِحُ
And your dwelling is love's abode—ah, may love be watered,
and its days, by a raincloud coming morning and evening.
وَخصّand may it favor الصِباyouth حَيثُwhere الشَبيبَةُyouthfulness أَيكَةٌa thicket
وَخصّ الصِبا حَيثُ الشَبيبَةُ أَيكَةٌ
بِأَغصانِهاon its branches وُرقُgray doves الأَمانيwishes صَوادِحُsinging
بِأَغصانِها وُرقُ الأَماني صَوادِحُ
And may it favor youth, where youthfulness is a thicket,
on whose branches the gray doves of wishes sing.
وَحَيثُand where الحِمىthe sanctuary رَوضٌa garden أُطارِحُI exchange with أَهلَهُits people
وَحَيثُ الحِمى رَوضٌ أُطارِحُ أَهلَهُ
أَحاديثtales أَشجانيmy sorrows بِهَمfor them وَتُطارِحُand exchange tales in return
أَحاديث أَشجاني بِهَم وَتُطارِحُ
And where the sanctuary is a garden, I share with its people
tales of my longing for them; and answering in kind are
مَعاهِدُhaunts أَحبابيmy loved ones وَمَربىand the nursery مَآربيmy aims
مَعاهِدُ أَحبابي وَمَربى مَآربي
وَأَوطانُand the homelands أَوطاريmy desires إِذwhen العَيشُlife صالِحُgood
وَأَوطانُ أَوطاري إِذ العَيشُ صالِحُ
my loved ones' haunts and the nursery of my aims,
and the homelands of my desires, when life was good;
وَإِذand when أَناI مِنfrom حُسّانةِa beautiful woman الجيدthe neck ناعِماًin bliss
وَإِذ أَنا مِن حُسّانةِ الجيد ناعِماً
أُغادِيI visit in the morning الصِباyouth فَرطَfrom excess of الهَوىlove وَأُراوِحُand I visit in the evening
أُغادِي الصِبا فَرطَ الهَوى وَأُراوِحُ
and when, blissful with a fair-necked beauty,
I visited youth morning and evening, impelled by love's excess.
مَتىwhenever اِبتَسَمَتshe smiled عَنrevealing ذيpossessing لَمىًa dusky lip tint قُلتُI said مُنشِداًreciting verse
مَتى اِبتَسَمَت عَن ذي لَمىً قُلتُ مُنشِداً
بِأَدنىat the slightest اِبتِسامsmile مِنكfrom you تَحياcome alive القَرائِحُpoetic gifts
بِأَدنى اِبتِسام مِنك تَحيا القَرائِحُ
Whenever she smiled, revealing dusky lips, I would recite:
At the slightest smile from you, poetic gifts come alive.