أَعَبدَO Abd (servant of) الرَحيمal-Rahim (the Merciful) أَناI فيin جَحيمٍan inferno
أَعَبدَ الرَحيم أَنا في جَحيمٍ
فَهَلso is there مِنany رَحيمmerciful one لِصَبٍّfor a lovesick lover غَريبِfar from home
فَهَل مِن رَحيم لِصَبٍّ غَريبِ
O Abd al-Rahim, I am in an inferno.
I worship the Merciful midst inferno’s heat
So is there anyone merciful to a lovesick stranger?
Is there a merciful one for this stranger’s grief?
أَطَلتَyou prolonged البِعادَseparation مَنَعتَyou denied الرقادَsleep
أَطَلتَ البِعادَ مَنَعتَ الرقادَ
سَلَبتَyou stole الفُؤادَthe heart بِحُسنٍwith beauty عَجيبِwondrous
سَلَبتَ الفُؤادَ بِحُسنٍ عَجيبِ
You prolonged separation and denied me sleep;
You’ve lengthened the distance, denied me sleep
you stole my heart with wondrous beauty.
And robbed my heart with beauty past belief
بِسِرِّby the secret of الجَمالِbeauty وَنورِand the light of الهِلالِthe crescent moon
بِسِرِّ الجَمالِ وَنورِ الهِلالِ
وَلَحظِand the glance of الغَزالِthe gazelle وَقَدِّand the form of القَضيبِthe slender bough
وَلَحظِ الغَزالِ وَقَدِّ القَضيبِ
By the secret of beauty and the crescent moon's light,
With your cheeks’ radiance and the crescent’s glow
and the gazelle's glance and the bough's slender form,
The gazelle’s glance and swaying, lithe physique
وَوَجهٍand a face بهيٍّradiant وَريقand saliva شَهيٍّsweet
وَوَجهٍ بهيٍّ وَريق شَهيٍّ
وَعَرفٍand a fragrance ذَكيٍّintensely fragrant حَوىencompassed كُلّevery طيبِperfume
وَعَرفٍ ذَكيٍّ حَوى كُلّ طيبِ
and a radiant face and sweet saliva,
A face so fair, a smile so sweet, I know
and a heady fragrance embracing every perfume—
All grace and charm your being does bespeak
أَريجٌan aroma كَمسكٍlike musk وَثَغرٌand a mouth كَسلكlike a string of pearls
أَريجٌ كَمسكٍ وَثَغرٌ كَسلك
بِهِthrough it زالَvanished نسكيmy piety وَزادَand increased نَحيبيmy sobbing
بِهِ زالَ نسكي وَزادَ نَحيبي
an aroma like musk, and a mouth like a string of pearls—
Musk-scented breath and lips like softened silk
through it my piety vanished and my sobbing grew.
For them my faith and calm I ceased to keep
تَرىdo you think صاحِfriend يَدريknows غَراميmy passion بَدريmy full moon
تَرى صاحِ يَدري غَرامي بَدري
فَإِنَّfor indeed بِصَدريin my breast حَريقَa blaze لَهيبِof flame
فَإِنَّ بِصَدري حَريقَ لَهيبِ
Do you think, friend, my full moon knows my passion?
My love, you know my ardour and its ilk
For in my breast is a burning flame.
Within my breast there burns a raging deep
دُموعيَmy tears تَجريflow وَقَدand indeed طالَhas lasted long هَجريmy estrangement
دُموعيَ تَجري وَقَد طالَ هَجري
فَجُدso be generous تَربَحyou will gain أَجريmy reward بِوَصلٍwith reunion قَريبِnear at hand
فَجُد تَربَح أَجري بِوَصلٍ قَريبِ
My tears flow, and my estrangement has lasted long.
My tears run down, estrangement hurts me so
So be generous: win my reward with a speedy reunion.
Return, relieve my wage, don’t make me weep