لَوْ كْنْتُ فِيهِ هَائِماً وَحْدِي

لَوْ كْنْتُ فِيهِ هَائِماً وَحْدِي

لَعَذَرْتُ عُذَّالِي عَلى وَجْدِي

لَعَذَرْتُ عُذَّالِي عَلى وَجْدِي

Were I alone mad with love for him,

If I were infatuated with it alone

I would excuse those who blame me for my passion.

I would pardon my blamers for my passion

أَمَا وَكُلُّ الكَوْنِ يَعْشِقُهُ

أَمَا وَكُلُّ الكَوْنِ يَعْشِقُهُ

فَعَلاَمَ أُخْفِي فِيه مَا عِنْدِي

فَعَلاَمَ أُخْفِي فِيه مَا عِنْدِي

But since all creation loves him,

But when all creation is in love with it

why, then, should I hide what I feel for him?

Why should I conceal what’s in my heart?

هَامَ النَّسِيمُ بِلُطْفِهِ فَلِذَا

هَامَ النَّسِيمُ بِلُطْفِهِ فَلِذَا

ظَهَرَ اْعتِلاَلٌ فِي صَبَا نَجْدِ

ظَهَرَ اْعتِلاَلٌ فِي صَبَا نَجْدِ

The breeze was smitten with his gentleness, and so

The gentle breeze has languished for its charm

languor appeared in the east wind of Najd.

And so sickness appeared in the youth of Najd

وَلَهُ عُيُونُ الزَّهْرِ رَامِقَةُ

وَلَهُ عُيُونُ الزَّهْرِ رَامِقَةُ

بِنَوَاظِرٍ مُلِئَتْ مِنَ السُّهْدِ

بِنَوَاظِرٍ مُلِئَتْ مِنَ السُّهْدِ

And the eyes of flowers gaze toward him,

It has the eyes of flowers glancing

with eyes filled with sleeplessness.

With looks filled with languor

وَأَبِيكَ لَوْلاَ لِينُ قَامَتِهِ

وَأَبِيكَ لَوْلاَ لِينُ قَامَتِهِ

مَا اشْتَقْتُ لِينَ مَعَاطِفِ الرَّنْدِ

مَا اشْتَقْتُ لِينَ مَعَاطِفِ الرَّنْدِ

By your father, but for the suppleness of his figure,

And but for your father’s supple stature

I would not long for the suppleness of the laurel's boughs.

I would not have wished for the softness of silk

يَا قَاتِلي وَجَوَانِحِي أَبَداً

يَا قَاتِلي وَجَوَانِحِي أَبَداً

تَشْتَاقُهُ فِي القُرْبِ والبُعْدِ

تَشْتَاقُهُ فِي القُرْبِ والبُعْدِ

O my slayer, my breast forever

O my murderess, my heart will always yearn

yearns for him, near and far.

Whether near or far, for you

لَكَ أَنْ تَجُورَ عَليَّ يَا أَمَلي

لَكَ أَنْ تَجُورَ عَليَّ يَا أَمَلي

وَعَلَيَّ أَنْ أَرْضَى بِمَا تُبْدِي

وَعَلَيَّ أَنْ أَرْضَى بِمَا تُبْدِي

Yours is the right to wrong me, O my hope,

You may be unjust to me, my hope

and mine the duty to be content with what you reveal.

And I must be content with what you grant

وَلَئِنْ أَرَاقَ دَمِي هَوَاكَ فَيَا

وَلَئِنْ أَرَاقَ دَمِي هَوَاكَ فَيَا

شَرَفِي وَيَا حَظِّي وَيَا سَعْدي

شَرَفِي وَيَا حَظِّي وَيَا سَعْدي

And if love for you should spill my blood, then oh,

And if your love sheds my blood, my pride

what honor, what fortune, what happiness are mine!

My fortune and joy

أَخْفَيْتُ حُبْكَ إِذْ خَفِيتَ ضَناً

أَخْفَيْتُ حُبْكَ إِذْ خَفِيتَ ضَناً

فَكَأَنَّنَا كُنَّا عَلى وَعْدِ

فَكَأَنَّنَا كُنَّا عَلى وَعْدِ

I concealed my love for you, jealously, when you hid,

I hid my love when you hid in disdain

as though we had made a pact.

As if we had made a vow

لَكَ نَاظِرٌ أَبَداً لَحِاجِبِهِ

لَكَ نَاظِرٌ أَبَداً لَحِاجِبِهِ

يَشْكُو ظُلاَمَةَ عامِلِ الغَدِّ

يَشْكُو ظُلاَمَةَ عامِلِ الغَدِّ

You have an eye that, to its brow, forever

You have an eye whose lid forever complains

complains of the injustice of the morrow's agent.

Of the gloom of a capricious fate

لَكَ عَارضٌ لَمَّا أَعْتَرَضْتُ رَأَي

لَكَ عَارضٌ لَمَّا أَعْتَرَضْتُ رَأَي

إِطْلاَقَ جَارِي الدَّمْعِ في نَقْدِي

إِطْلاَقَ جَارِي الدَّمْعِ في نَقْدِي

Your cheek, when I protested, saw fit

You have a cheek, when I expressed my view

to disburse flowing tears as my payment in cash.

Released my tears as ransom