لِيfor me فِيin هَوَاكُمْlove for you مَذْهَبٌa path مُذْهَبُgilded
لِي فِي هَوَاكُمْ مَذْهَبٌ مُذْهَبُ
ومَطْلَبٌand a quest مَامِثْلُهُnone like it مَطْلَبُa quest
ومَطْلَبٌ مَامِثْلُهُ مَطْلَبُ
In loving you, I have a path by which I am carried away,
In love for you, mine is a gilded path,
and a quest beyond compare.
and a quest unlike any other quest.
أًَصْبَحْتُI have become عَبْداًa slave رَاضِياًcontent بالَّذِيwith what
أًَصْبَحْتُ عَبْداً رَاضِياً بالَّذِي
تَرْضُونَyou approve of لاَnot أَرْجُوI hope وَلاَand not أَرْهَبُI fear
تَرْضُونَ لاَ أَرْجُو وَلاَ أَرْهَبُ
I became a servant, content with whatever
I have become a slave, content with what
you desire; I neither hope nor fear.
you approve of; I neither hope nor fear.
إِذَاwhenever تَجَلَّىshines forth كَاسُthe cup سَاقِيكُمُyour cupbearer
إِذَا تَجَلَّى كَاسُ سَاقِيكُمُ
كُنْتُI was لَهُfor him أَوَّلَthe first مَنْone who يَشْرَبُdrinks
كُنْتُ لَهُ أَوَّلَ مَنْ يَشْرَبُ
Whenever your cupbearer’s cup is revealed,
Whenever your cupbearer's cup shines forth,
I was the first to drink from it.
I am the first to drink from his cup.
وَإِنْand if تَغَنَّىsings بِاسْمِكُمْwith your name مُنْشِدٌa singer
وَإِنْ تَغَنَّى بِاسْمِكُمْ مُنْشِدٌ
فَإِنَّنيthen indeed I أَوَّلُthe first مَنْone who يَطْرَبُis enraptured
فَإِنَّني أَوَّلُ مَنْ يَطْرَبُ
And if a singer chants your name,
And if a singer sings your name,
then I am the first to be enraptured.
then I am the first to be enraptured.
يَاO قَمَراًa moon فيin مُهْجَتِيmy heart's core لَمْnot يَزَلْcease to be
يَا قَمَراً في مُهْجَتِي لَمْ يَزَلْ
مَطْلَعُهُits rising place المَّشْرقُthe east وَالمَغْرِبُand the west
مَطْلَعُهُ المَّشْرقُ وَالمَغْرِبُ
O moon within my very soul, whose rising place has ever been
O moon within my heart's core, always
both east and west;
your rising place has been the east and the west.
وَيَاand O غَزَالاًa gazelle فيin فُؤادِيmy heart لَهُfor him
وَيَا غَزَالاً في فُؤادِي لَهُ
مَرْعىًa pasture وَمِنْand from دَمْعِيmy tears لَهُfor him مَشْرَبُa drinking place
مَرْعىً وَمِنْ دَمْعِي لَهُ مَشْرَبُ
and O gazelle for whom my heart provides
And O gazelle, within my heart you have
a pasture, and my tears a drinking place—
a pasture, and from my tears a place to drink.
مَاnot العَيْشُlife إلاَّexcept فيin هَوَاكَlove for you الَّذِيwhich
مَا العَيْشُ إلاَّ في هَوَاكَ الَّذِي
كُلُّevery نَعِيمٍbliss فَلَهُthen to it يُنْسَبُis ascribed
كُلُّ نَعِيمٍ فَلَهُ يُنْسَبُ
life is nothing but loving you, a love
Life is only in love for you, to which
to which every bliss is ascribed.
every bliss is ascribed.