غَرَامِيَmy passion فِيْكُمْfor you مَاhow أَلَّذَّdelightful وَأَطْيَباand sweet
غَرَامِيَ فِيْكُمْ مَا أَلَّذَّ وَأَطْيَبا
وَفِيand in حُبِّكُمْlove for you أَهْلاًwelcome بِسُقمِيto my sickness وَمَرْحَباand welcome
وَفِي حُبِّكُمْ أَهْلاً بِسُقمِي وَمَرْحَبا
My passion for you—how delightful and sweet it is!
And in loving you, I bid my sickness welcome, a warm welcome.
غَزَالُكُمُyour gazelle ذَاكَthat المَصُونُguarded جَمَالُهُhis beauty
غَزَالُكُمُ ذَاكَ المَصُونُ جَمَالُهُ
إلَىtoward غَيْرِهِanyone other than him فِيin الحُبِّlove قَلْبِيَmy heart مَاnot صَباyearned
إلَى غَيْرِهِ فِي الحُبِّ قَلْبِيَ مَا صَبا
That gazelle of yours, whose beauty is guarded—
In love, my heart has never yearned for anyone but him.
تَجَلَّىhe revealed himself عَلىto كُلِّall العُيونِeyes فَعِنْدَمَاthen, when
تَجَلَّى عَلى كُلِّ العُيونِ فَعِنْدَمَا
سَبَىcaptivated حُسْنُهُhis beauty كُلَّall القُلُوبِhearts تَحَجَّباhe veiled himself
سَبَى حُسْنُهُ كُلَّ القُلُوبِ تَحَجَّبا
He revealed himself to every eye; then, when
His beauty had captivated all hearts, he veiled himself.
أَأَحْبَابَنَاO our beloveds هَلْis there? عَابِدٌa worshipper فِيin حَمِاكُمُyour sanctuary
أَأَحْبَابَنَا هَلْ عَابِدٌ فِي حَمِاكُمُ
أَوَيْقَاتِbrief moments وَصْلٍof union كُلُّهَاall of them زَمَنُthe time الصِّباyouth
أَوَيْقَاتِ وَصْلٍ كُلُّهَا زَمَنُ الصِّبا
O our beloveds, is there a worshipper in your sanctuary?
Brief moments of union—all of them the season of youth.