وناعِسٍ لو يَذوقُ الحبَّ ما نعَسا

وناعِسٍ لو يَذوقُ الحبَّ ما نعَسا

بَلى عَسى أَن يَرى طَيف الحَبيب عَسى

بَلى عَسى أَن يَرى طَيف الحَبيب عَسى

And many a drowsy one—had he tasted love, he would never doze;

And a drowsy one—had he tasted love, he would not have dozed.

Even if the drowsy one tastes not love's delight

Oh yes—perhaps he may behold the beloved’s phantom—perhaps.

Yes, perhaps he may see the beloved’s phantom—perhaps.

Mayhap he shall see the phantom of his beloved mayhap

وَلِلهَوى جَرَسٌ يَنفي الرُقادَ بِهِ

وَلِلهَوى جَرَسٌ يَنفي الرُقادَ بِهِ

فَكُلّما كدتُ أَغفي حَرَّكَ الجَرَسا

فَكُلّما كدتُ أَغفي حَرَّكَ الجَرَسا

For passion has a bell with which it banishes sleep;

And love has a bell with which it drives sleep away;

And desire has a bell that with its ring dispels all sleep

whenever I nearly drift off, it sets the bell ringing.

so whenever I nearly dozed off, it rang the bell.

So, as oft as I seek to slumber, it shakes me waking