حَسبي جَوىً إِن ضاقَ بي أَمري

حَسبي جَوىً إِن ضاقَ بي أَمري

ذِكري لِرَحمٍ وَهيَ لا تَدري

ذِكري لِرَحمٍ وَهيَ لا تَدري

It is heartache enough for me, if my plight grows hard,

My tears are enough if my situation is dire

It is burning grief enough for me, when my plight grows severe, that I remember her while she remains unaware,

to remember Rahm while she is unaware.

My memory of a merciful one who knows not

And I dread disclosing the love I bear, lest her guardian's jealousy flare and his tyranny spread,

وَأَخافُ أَن أُبدي مَوَدَّتَها

وَأَخافُ أَن أُبدي مَوَدَّتَها

فَيَغارُ مَولاها وَيَستَشري

فَيَغارُ مَولاها وَيَستَشري

And I fear to reveal my affection for her,

And I fear revealing my affection

For then I would be the cause of our severing, and would have heaped, by my own striving, a burden on my back,

lest her master grow jealous and become enraged.

Lest her lover becomes jealous and suspicious

I am blamed for her love by a crowd who are empty of my anguish and untouched by my pain,

فَأَكونُ قَد سَبَّبتُ فُرقَتَنا

فَأَكونُ قَد سَبَّبتُ فُرقَتَنا

وَحَطَطتُ مُجتَهِداً عَلى ظَهري

وَحَطَطتُ مُجتَهِداً عَلى ظَهري

Then I would have caused our separation,

Thus I would have caused our separation

They knew not the truth of passion, so they scolded; had they tasted it, my excuse would have been clear to them,

and, striving hard, laid the burden on my own back.

And undermined my efforts so diligently

For I truly detest the one who bears patiently with his beloved, whether in union or in desertion,

وَيَلومُني في حُبِّها نَفَرٌ

وَيَلومُني في حُبِّها نَفَرٌ

خالونَ مِن شَجوي وَمِن ضُرّي

خالونَ مِن شَجوي وَمِن ضُرّي

And some men blame me for loving her,

And a group would blame me for loving her

Patience is beautiful in its proper places, but what has the yearning lover to do with patience?

free of my grief and my suffering.

They know not my burning passion and my agony

لَم يَعرِفوا حَقَّ الهَوى فَلَحوا

لَم يَعرِفوا حَقَّ الهَوى فَلَحوا

لَو جَرَّبوهُ تَبَيَّنوا عُذري

لَو جَرَّبوهُ تَبَيَّنوا عُذري

They did not know love's rightful claim, so they reproached me;

They know not the truth of love, so they succeeded

had they experienced it, they would have understood my excuse.

Had they experienced it, they'd see my excuse

إِنّي لَأَبغِضُ كُلَّ مُصطَبِرٍ

إِنّي لَأَبغِضُ كُلَّ مُصطَبِرٍ

عَن إِلفِهِ في الوَصلِ وَالهَجرِ

عَن إِلفِهِ في الوَصلِ وَالهَجرِ

I truly hate anyone who holds himself patiently back

I do hate all those patient

from his beloved, in union and estrangement.

With their affection, in union or separation

الصَبرُ يَحسُنُ في مَواضِعِهِ

الصَبرُ يَحسُنُ في مَواضِعِهِ

ما لِلفَتى المُشتاقِ وَالصَبرِ

ما لِلفَتى المُشتاقِ وَالصَبرِ

Patience is fitting in its proper places;

Patience is seemly in its proper places

what has a yearning young man to do with patience?

Not for the longing lover - what's patience to him?