لاغَروَ إِن فَتَنَتكَ بِال

لاغَروَ إِن فَتَنَتكَ بِال

لَحَظاتِ فاتِرَةُ الجُفونِ

لَحَظاتِ فاتِرَةُ الجُفونِ

No wonder if she has bewitched you with

No wonder if languor troubles you at times,

her glances—she of languid eyelids.

And eyes grow listless in their weary round;

فَمَصارِعُ العُشّاقِ ما

فَمَصارِعُ العُشّاقِ ما

بَينَ الفُتورِ إِلى الفُتونِ

بَينَ الفُتورِ إِلى الفُتونِ

For lovers' downfalls lie

For lovers' breasts between love's wane and rise

between languor and enchantment.

Are battle-fields for peace and tumult bound.

اِصبِر فَمِن سُنَنِ الهَوى

اِصبِر فَمِن سُنَنِ الهَوى

صَبرُ الضَنينِ عَلى الظَنينِ

صَبرُ الضَنينِ عَلى الظَنينِ

Be patient, for among love's customs is

Have patience; for the law of love is this:

the possessive lover's patience with the mistrusted beloved.

That patient heat must pass through cold's abyss.