دَعني وَشُربَ الهَوى يا شارِبَ الكاسِ

دَعني وَشُربَ الهَوى يا شارِبَ الكاسِ

فَإِنَّني لِلَّذي حُسّيتُهُ حاسي

فَإِنَّني لِلَّذي حُسّيتُهُ حاسي

Leave me to drink love, O drinker of the cup;

Let me walk my own path of passion's cup,

For I sip what I have been made to sip.

Though yours may be the sober way.

لا يوحِشَنَّكَ ما اِستَسمَجتَ مِن سِقَمي

لا يوحِشَنَّكَ ما اِستَسمَجتَ مِن سِقَمي

فَإِنَّ مُنزِلَهُ بي أَحسَنُ الناسِ

فَإِنَّ مُنزِلَهُ بي أَحسَنُ الناسِ

Let not what you find repugnant in my sickness alarm you;

My sorry state should not disturb your calm,

For he who brought it upon me is the fairest of people.

For fate has dealt me well, in its own way.

مِن خَلوَتي فيهِ مَبدا كُلِّ جائِحَةٍ

مِن خَلوَتي فيهِ مَبدا كُلِّ جائِحَةٍ

وَفِكرَتي مِنهُ مَبدا كُلِّ وَسواسِ

وَفِكرَتي مِنهُ مَبدا كُلِّ وَسواسِ

My solitude, spent thinking of him, is the source of every calamity;

In solitude I find escape from harm

And my thoughts arising from him are the source of every obsession.

And peace from every wandering thought.

مِن قَطعِ أَلفاظِهِ تَوصيلُ مَهلَكَتي

مِن قَطعِ أَلفاظِهِ تَوصيلُ مَهلَكَتي

وَوَصلُ أَلحاظِهِ تَقطيعُ أَنفاسي

وَوَصلُ أَلحاظِهِ تَقطيعُ أَنفاسي

His words cut short link me to my ruin;

Though severed words may spell my doom,

And his glances joined together cut my breaths apart.

United glances give me life once more.

رُزِقتُ رِقَّةَ قَلبٍ مِنهُ نَغَّصَهُ

رُزِقتُ رِقَّةَ قَلبٍ مِنهُ نَغَّصَهُ

مُنَغِّصٌ مِن رَقيبٍ قَلبُهُ قاسي

مُنَغِّصٌ مِن رَقيبٍ قَلبُهُ قاسي

I was granted tenderness of heart from him, which was marred

A tender heart is mine, though marred by one

By a tormentor—a watcher whose heart is hard.

Whose stony heart is quick to chide.

مَتى أَعيشُ بِتَأميلِ الرَجاءِ إِذا

مَتى أَعيشُ بِتَأميلِ الرَجاءِ إِذا

ما كانَ قَطعُ رَجائي في يَدي ياسي

ما كانَ قَطعُ رَجائي في يَدي ياسي

When can I live by cherishing hope, if

When can I live on hopes, bright but unsown,

The severing of my hope lies in the hands of my despair?

If my own hand cuts hope's last thread?