إِنَّ الَّتي أَبصَرتَها

إِنَّ الَّتي أَبصَرتَها

سَحَراً تُكَلِّمُني رَسولُ

سَحَراً تُكَلِّمُني رَسولُ

Indeed, the woman whom you saw

She whom you saw

Indeed, the one whom you beheld,

speaking to me before dawn is a messenger.

At dawn speaking to me is a messenger

Speaking to me at dawn, is but a messenger;

لَيسَت هِيَ القَصدُ الَّذي

لَيسَت هِيَ القَصدُ الَّذي

يومى إِلَيهِ وَلا السَبيلُ

يومى إِلَيهِ وَلا السَبيلُ

She is not the object that

Not the one I yearn for

She is not the aim towards which

one points toward, nor the path.

Nor the way

I gesture, nor is she the path.

أَدَّت إِلَيَّ رِسالَةً

أَدَّت إِلَيَّ رِسالَةً

كادَت لَها نَفسي تَسيلُ

كادَت لَها نَفسي تَسيلُ

She brought me a message

She brought me a message

She delivered unto me a message,

that nearly made my soul melt away,

That almost made my soul pour out

For which my soul nearly flowed out,

مِن ساحِرِ العَينَينِ يَج

مِن ساحِرِ العَينَينِ يَج

ذِبُ خَصرَهُ رِدفٌ ثَقيلُ

ذِبُ خَصرَهُ رِدفٌ ثَقيلُ

from one with bewitching eyes, whose

From the sorcerer of eyes, his waist

From a charmer of eyes, whose heavy

heavy rump tugs at his waist.

Girded with a heavy quiver

Hips tug at her slender waist;

مُتَقَلِّدٌ قَوسَ الصِبا

مُتَقَلِّدٌ قَوسَ الصِبا

يَرمي وَلَيسَ لَهُ رَسيلُ

يَرمي وَلَيسَ لَهُ رَسيلُ

Wearing the bow of youth,

Wearing the bow of youth

Armed with the bow of youth, she shoots,

he shoots, and has no equal.

Shooting, though without arrows

And strikes her mark without a peer.

فَلَوَ اِنَّ أُذنَكَ بَينَنا

فَلَوَ اِنَّ أُذنَكَ بَينَنا

حَتّى تَسَمَّعُ ما نَقولُ

حَتّى تَسَمَّعُ ما نَقولُ

So if your ear were between us,

If only your ear were between us

And were your ear but shared between us,

to listen to what we say,

To hear what we say

To listen to the words we spoke,

لَرَأَيتَ ما اِستَقبَحتَهُ

لَرَأَيتَ ما اِستَقبَحتَهُ

مِن أَمرِنا وَهُوَ الجَميلُ

مِن أَمرِنا وَهُوَ الجَميلُ

you would see that what you deemed ugly

You'd see what you disapproved of

You would have seen that what you scorned

in our affair is beautiful,

In our affair is beautiful

In our affair, is truly beautiful,

وَعَلِمتَ أَنّي في نَعي

وَعَلِمتَ أَنّي في نَعي

مٍ لا يَحولُ وَلا يَزولُ

مٍ لا يَحولُ وَلا يَزولُ

and you would know that I am in bliss

And know that I lament

And known that I abide in bliss

that neither changes nor fades away.

A death that does not change or pass

That neither changes nor departs.