نَهارُكَ مِن حُسنٍ وَلَيلُكَ واحِدُ

نَهارُكَ مِن حُسنٍ وَلَيلُكَ واحِدُ

فَذا أَنتَ حَيرانٌ وَذا أَنتَ ساهِدُ

فَذا أَنتَ حَيرانٌ وَذا أَنتَ ساهِدُ

Because of Husn, your day and night are alike:

Your day is full of beauty and your night is but one,

Your day, because of beauty, and your night are one,

So in the one you are bewildered, in the other sleepless.

Yet at times you’re confused, at others collected and calm.

For in the one you are bewildered, and in the other, sleepless.

وَفيها رَعاكَ اللَهُ عَنكَ تَثاقُلٌ

وَفيها رَعاكَ اللَهُ عَنكَ تَثاقُلٌ

وَما ذاكَ إِلّا أَنَّها فيكَ زاهِدُ

وَما ذاكَ إِلّا أَنَّها فيكَ زاهِدُ

And she holds back from you (may God protect you).

In it Allah has relieved you of heaviness,

And in her—may God protect you—lies a heavy indifference toward you,

And that is only because she has no interest in you.

That only because it has become indifferent to you.

And that is only because she has no desire for you.

وَأَنتَ الفَتى في مِثلِ وَصلِ حِبالِهِ

وَأَنتَ الفَتى في مِثلِ وَصلِ حِبالِهِ

تَنافَسَتِ الحورُ الحِسانُ الخَرائِدُ

تَنافَسَتِ الحورُ الحِسانُ الخَرائِدُ

Yet you are the youth—for the joining of cords like yours,

You are the young man that maidens competed for,

Though you are the young man for the bond of whose union

the dark-eyed, beautiful virgins have vied.

Like lovely gazelles vie for the one they love.

The fair, dark-eyed beauties and modest maidens vie.

وَلَكِن كَما قالَ الهُمامُ وَإِنَّني

وَلَكِن كَما قالَ الهُمامُ وَإِنَّني

أَقولُ وَفي الأَمثالِ لِلهَمِّ طارِدُ

أَقولُ وَفي الأَمثالِ لِلهَمِّ طارِدُ

But, as the noble man said—and indeed I

But as the great ones have said, though I do proclaim

But as the noble chief once said—and truly I

say it too, for in proverbs lies what dispels sorrow—

I chase worries away, as the saying goes.

Repeat it, for in proverbs lies a banishment of grief:

أَلا رُبَّ مَشغوفٍ بِنا لا يَنالُنا

أَلا رُبَّ مَشغوفٍ بِنا لا يَنالُنا

وَآخَرُ قَد نَشفى بِهِ يَتَباعَدُ

وَآخَرُ قَد نَشفى بِهِ يَتَباعَدُ

“Ah, many a one enamored of us cannot win us,

Many who pine for us will not have us,

"How often is one enamored with us, yet attains us not,"

while another, through whom we might find healing, keeps his distance.”

While others we heal will turn away.

"While another, by whom we might be healed, keeps his distance."