لِمَعْنَايَ قَلْبِي نَحْوَكُمْ أَبَداً يَصْبُو

لِمَعْنَايَ قَلْبِي نَحْوَكُمْ أَبَداً يَصْبُو

وَعِنْدِي لَكُمْ وَجْدٌ جَمِيعِي لَهْ نَهْبُ

وَعِنْدِي لَكُمْ وَجْدٌ جَمِيعِي لَهْ نَهْبُ

For my inward essence, my heart forever yearns toward you.

My heart's longing flows eternally towards you

And I harbor a passion for you to which my whole being is prey.

And I have a passion for you that utterly possesses me

وَمَا زَالَ سَلْبِ فَيكُمُ وَاجِباً لَكُمْ

وَمَا زَالَ سَلْبِ فَيكُمُ وَاجِباً لَكُمْ

وَفِي حُبِّكُمْ يَا سَادَتي يَجِبُ السَّلْبُ

وَفِي حُبِّكُمْ يَا سَادَتي يَجِبُ السَّلْبُ

And my being despoiled for your sake has ever been your due;

Despoiling me for your sake remains an obligation

And in loving you, O my masters, despoiling is required.

And in loving you, my masters, despoilment is a must

غَدَا وَصْفُكُمْ لِلْحُسْنِ ذَاتاً فَشَمْسُكُمْ

غَدَا وَصْفُكُمْ لِلْحُسْنِ ذَاتاً فَشَمْسُكُمْ

بكُمْ مِنْكُمُ فِيْكُمْ لَهَا الشَّرْقُ والغَرْبُ

بكُمْ مِنْكُمُ فِيْكُمْ لَهَا الشَّرْقُ والغَرْبُ

Your description has become beauty's very essence; thus your sun

Your beauty has become the very essence of beauty

through you, from you, within you, has its east and west.

So your sun, through you, in you, owns the east and west

تُحَرِّكُهَا الأَشْوَاقُ نَحْوَ جَمَالِكُمْ

تُحَرِّكُهَا الأَشْوَاقُ نَحْوَ جَمَالِكُمْ

فَتَمْنَعُهَا تِلْكَ المَهَابَةُ والحُجْبُ

فَتَمْنَعُهَا تِلْكَ المَهَابَةُ والحُجْبُ

Longings move it toward your beauty,

It is stirred by yearnings for your perfection

But that majesty and the veils hold it back.

But is held back by that awe and those veils

فَلاَهِى يَغْشَاهَا سُكُونٌ وَلاَ تَرىَ

فَلاَهِى يَغْشَاهَا سُكُونٌ وَلاَ تَرىَ

سَبِيلاً لِذَاحَاَرتْ فَدَاَرتْ فَلاَ تَنْبُو

سَبِيلاً لِذَاحَاَرتْ فَدَاَرتْ فَلاَ تَنْبُو

So no stillness enfolds it, nor does it see

Distracted, lethargy descends on it, and it cannot see

a path; thus it grew bewildered and circled, never veering away.

A way, for when it spun it could find no orbit

تَدُورُ عَلَى بُعْدٍ مِنَ المَرْكَزِ الَّذِي

تَدُورُ عَلَى بُعْدٍ مِنَ المَرْكَزِ الَّذِي

بِهِ أَنْتُمُ إِذْ كَانَ شَخْصَكُمْ القُطْبُ

بِهِ أَنْتُمُ إِذْ كَانَ شَخْصَكُمْ القُطْبُ

It circles at a distance from the center where

It revolves at a distance from the center

you are, since your very person is the pole.

Where you are, for your being is the axis,

فَلَوْ قِيْسَتْ الأَبْعَادُ مِنْ كُلِّ جَانِبٍ

فَلَوْ قِيْسَتْ الأَبْعَادُ مِنْ كُلِّ جَانِبٍ

تَسَاوَتْ فَلاَ بُعْدٌ يُرَامُ وَلاَ قُرْبُ

تَسَاوَتْ فَلاَ بُعْدٌ يُرَامُ وَلاَ قُرْبُ

And if the distances were measured from every side,

So if all dimensions on every side

They would be equal: neither distance nor nearness is sought.

Were equal, neither far nor near could be found