وَهَيَّجَت لِيَ مِن شَوقٍ وَمِن فَرَحٍ

وَهَيَّجَت لِيَ مِن شَوقٍ وَمِن فَرَحٍ

أَيدٍ نَثَرنَ عَلى الأَوتارِ أَعنابا

أَيدٍ نَثَرنَ عَلى الأَوتارِ أَعنابا

And stirred in me both longing and joy—

And longing and joy were stirred in me

She aroused in me, from longing and joy

hands that scattered grapes upon the strings.

by hands that scattered grapes upon the strings.

Hands that cast on the strings bunches of grapes

لا عَيبَ في العَيشِ إِلّا خَوفَ غَيبَتُكُم

لا عَيبَ في العَيشِ إِلّا خَوفَ غَيبَتُكُم

إِنَّ السُرورَ إِذا ما غِبتُمُ غابا

إِنَّ السُرورَ إِذا ما غِبتُمُ غابا

Life has no flaw except the fear of your absence;

There is no flaw in life except the fear of your absence;

No fault in living but fear of losing you

for whenever you are gone, joy too is gone.

indeed, joy vanishes when you are away.

For joy itself is lost when you’re away