لَكَ طَرْفي حِمَىً وَقَلْبِيَ بَيْتُ

لَكَ طَرْفي حِمَىً وَقَلْبِيَ بَيْتُ

فِيهِمَا عَهْدَكَ القَدِيمَ خَبَيْتُ

فِيهِمَا عَهْدَكَ القَدِيمَ خَبَيْتُ

For you, my eye is a sanctuary, and my heart a home.

My eyes are on guard for you, my heart is a home

Within them both I have hidden your ancient covenant.

In which I've hidden your enduring covenant

وَمِنَ السُّكْرِ مَا صَحَوْتُ وَكَلاً

وَمِنَ السُّكْرِ مَا صَحَوْتُ وَكَلاً

كَيْفَ أَصْحُو وَمِنْ لَمَاكَ أنَتَشيْتُ

كَيْفَ أَصْحُو وَمِنْ لَمَاكَ أنَتَشيْتُ

And I have not sobered from intoxication—never!

In my intoxication I've not yet awakened, how can I awaken

How can I sober, when I grew drunk on your dusky lips?

When I'm drunk from your beauty, I've become delusional

بَسَطَ العَاذِلُونَ فِيكَ مَلاَمِي

بَسَطَ العَاذِلُونَ فِيكَ مَلاَمِي

وَبِسَاطَ القَبُولِ عَنْهُمْ طَوَيْتُ

وَبِسَاطَ القَبُولِ عَنْهُمْ طَوَيْتُ

The reproachers spread out their blame of me on your account;

The critics spread blame on you, I've folded

And I folded away from them the carpet of acceptance.

The carpets of acceptance away from them

كَيْفَ يَنْوي السُّلُوَ عَنْكَ المُعَنَّى

كَيْفَ يَنْوي السُّلُوَ عَنْكَ المُعَنَّى

يَا مُنَى القَلْبِ وَهْوَ في الحَيِّ مَيْتُ

يَا مُنَى القَلْبِ وَهْوَ في الحَيِّ مَيْتُ

How can the tormented lover intend to forget you,

How can one intend to turn away from you, O my heart's desire

O heart’s desire, when he is dead in the encampment?

While alive, my heart for you is dead

وَضَلاَلُ عَنْ مِثْلِ حُسْنِكَ صَبْرِي

وَضَلاَلُ عَنْ مِثْلِ حُسْنِكَ صَبْرِي

وَلِقَلْبِي الهَنَا فَإنِّي اهْتَدَيْتُ

وَلِقَلْبِي الهَنَا فَإنِّي اهْتَدَيْتُ

To deny myself beauty like yours is to go astray;

It would be misguided for me to show patience

And joy is my heart’s, for I have found the way.

Away from your peerless beauty, my enthralled heart found guidance

بكَ يَا كَعْبَةَ الهَوَى طَافَ قَلْبِي

بكَ يَا كَعْبَةَ الهَوَى طَافَ قَلْبِي

وَبَداَ بَارِقُ الصَّفَا فَسَعَيْتُ

وَبَداَ بَارِقُ الصَّفَا فَسَعَيْتُ

Around you, O Kaaba of love, my heart has circled,

My heart circumambulated you, O Kaaba of passion

And the lightning-flash of Safa appeared, so I hastened.

The dawn of purity appeared, so I endeavoured