فَضَحتُ بِدَمعِي سِرَّ قَلبي صَبَابَةً

فَضَحتُ بِدَمعِي سِرَّ قَلبي صَبَابَةً

فأثَبتُّ وَصفاً كانَ مِن قَبلِهِ يُنفَى

فأثَبتُّ وَصفاً كانَ مِن قَبلِهِ يُنفَى

In longing, I betrayed my heart's secret with my tears.

My tears revealed the secret of my heart impetuously,

Thus I confirmed a description that had previously been denied.

Establishing a description that had before been denied.

فُؤادٌ ذَكِيُّ النَّفحِ لا يُسلِمُ الجَوى

فُؤادٌ ذَكِيُّ النَّفحِ لا يُسلِمُ الجَوى

وجَفنٌ وَجيٌّ النَّفخِ لا يُسلِمُالَّذَّرفا

وجَفنٌ وَجيٌّ النَّفخِ لا يُسلِمُالَّذَّرفا

A heart with fiery breath, never relinquishing love's anguish;

An intelligent heart whose breath does not surrender passion,

And an eyelid sore with swelling, never ceasing to shed tears.

And an overflowing eyelid whose breath does not surrender tears.

فُطِرتُ عَلى مِثلِ الفُؤادِ مَع الهوى

فُطِرتُ عَلى مِثلِ الفُؤادِ مَع الهوى

فَحِبِّيَ لا يَبدُو وحُبِّيَ لا يَخفى

فَحِبِّيَ لا يَبدُو وحُبِّيَ لا يَخفى

I was fashioned in the heart's likeness, in love's company.

I was created with a heart like this, with passion.

So my beloved is unseen, yet my love is not hidden.

My love does not appear and my love does not hide.

فَنِيتُ وما أدري سوى الوجدِ لي ضَنىً

فَنِيتُ وما أدري سوى الوجدِ لي ضَنىً

وَمِتُّ وما أدري سِوى البُعدِ لي حَتفا

وَمِتُّ وما أدري سِوى البُعدِ لي حَتفا

I wasted away, knowing no ailment but longing.

I perished and I knew nothing but the ecstasy that gave me sorrow,

And I died, knowing no doom but separation.

And I died and I knew nothing but the separation that gave me demise.

فَها أنا وَقفاً بينَ آسيَ والرَّجا

فَها أنا وَقفاً بينَ آسيَ والرَّجا

أُقَلِّبُ طَرفي لا أماماً ولا خَلفَا

أُقَلِّبُ طَرفي لا أماماً ولا خَلفَا

So here I stand suspended between my healer and hope.

So here I stand between despair and hope,

I turn my gaze, neither ahead nor behind.

Turning my eyes neither forward nor backward.

فَصيحٌ إذا آنستُ للحُبِّ حَضرةًُ

فَصيحٌ إذا آنستُ للحُبِّ حَضرةًُ

فإن غابَ لم يَنطِق لِسَانِي ولا حَرفا

فإن غابَ لم يَنطِق لِسَانِي ولا حَرفا

I am eloquent when I sense love's presence;

I cry out when I feel the presence of love,

But if it is absent, my tongue utters not a single letter.

And if it is absent, my tongue does not speak a word.

فَقَدتُكَ لَكِن لِي بِذِكرِكَ سَلوَةٌ

فَقَدتُكَ لَكِن لِي بِذِكرِكَ سَلوَةٌ

ومَن فَقَد المَوصُوفَ لَم يَفقِدِ الوَصفَا

ومَن فَقَد المَوصُوفَ لَم يَفقِدِ الوَصفَا

I have lost you, but in remembering you I find solace.

I lost you, but remembering you gives me consolation,

And whoever loses the one described does not lose the description.

And he who loses the described does not lose the description.

فَكُلُّ طَريقٍ لِي إليكَ مُبَلِّغٌ

فَكُلُّ طَريقٍ لِي إليكَ مُبَلِّغٌ

وَرَدتُ وَلَكن أطلُبُ المَوردَ الأصفى

وَرَدتُ وَلَكن أطلُبُ المَوردَ الأصفى

So every path of mine leads me to you.

Every road to you conveys me,

I have reached water, yet I seek the purest source.

And though I return, I seek the purest spring.

فَزِدني لِمَا بِي مِن هَوىً وصَبابةٍ

فَزِدني لِمَا بِي مِن هَوىً وصَبابةٍ

تَزِدني التِذَاذَاً كُلَّما زِدَتَني ضَعفا

تَزِدني التِذَاذَاً كُلَّما زِدَتَني ضَعفا

So, for the passion and yearning within me, give me more;

Increase me in the passion and impetuosity that is in me,

You will increase my delight whenever you increase my weakness.

Making me savor it all the more, the more it makes me weak.

فَلَولاكَ لَم أُضمِر غَراماً ولا هوىً

فَلَولاكَ لَم أُضمِر غَراماً ولا هوىً

ولولاكَ لَم أشكُ اكتِتَاماً ولا كَشفا

ولولاكَ لَم أشكُ اكتِتَاماً ولا كَشفا

But for you, I would harbor neither ardent passion nor love.

Were it not for you, I would not harbor any love or passion,

And but for you, I would complain of neither concealment nor disclosure.

And were it not for you, I would not suffer any darkness or light.