مَنَحتُكَ وُدّاً كانَ طِفلاً فَقَد نَشا

مَنَحتُكَ وُدّاً كانَ طِفلاً فَقَد نَشا

وَأَبدَيتَ لي جِسماً مِنَ الوُدِّ موحِشا

وَأَبدَيتَ لي جِسماً مِنَ الوُدِّ موحِشا

I gave you a love that was a child and has now grown.

You granted me affection when it was a child, but it has now grown

And you showed me a body bereft of love.

And you have shown me a body of affection that is desolate

أَرى ثَمَرَ الحُسنِ الَّذي قَد غَرَستُهُ

أَرى ثَمَرَ الحُسنِ الَّذي قَد غَرَستُهُ

عَلى سَقفِ أَعوادِ التَجَنّي مُعَرِّشا

عَلى سَقفِ أَعوادِ التَجَنّي مُعَرِّشا

I see the fruit of the kindness I have planted,

I see the fruit of beauty that I had planted

Trellised over a roof of poles of unjust reproach.

On the roof of branches full of fruits

وَلي يا خَلِيَّ الصَدرِ مِن لَوعَةِ الهَوى

وَلي يا خَلِيَّ الصَدرِ مِن لَوعَةِ الهَوى

حَشاً لَستُ أَدري جَمرَةٌ هِيَ أَم حَشا

حَشاً لَستُ أَدري جَمرَةٌ هِيَ أَم حَشا

And I have, O you whose breast is free of love's burning anguish,

And I have in my chest, my friend, from the agony of passion

A heart—I do not know whether it is an ember or a heart.

A burning I know not whether it is embers or burning

فَداوِ سَقاماً مِنهُ في الجِسمِ فاشِياً

فَداوِ سَقاماً مِنهُ في الجِسمِ فاشِياً

كَما الحُسنُ في ساحاتِ وَجهِكَ قَد فَشا

كَما الحُسنُ في ساحاتِ وَجهِكَ قَد فَشا

So cure a sickness arising from it, spreading through the body,

So cure an illness from it spreading in the body

As beauty has spread across the expanses of your face.

As beauty has spread on the plains of your face

فَأُقسِمُ لَو تَبدو لِعَينِ مُرَقِّشٍ

فَأُقسِمُ لَو تَبدو لِعَينِ مُرَقِّشٍ

لَأَذهَلتَ عَن أَسماءَ حَقّاً مُرَقِّشا

لَأَذهَلتَ عَن أَسماءَ حَقّاً مُرَقِّشا

So I swear: were you to appear before Muraqqish's eye,

And I swear if you appeared to a keen observer’s eye

You would surely make Muraqqish forget Asma.

You would truly dazzle names that are dazzling