من مُنصِفي مِن ظَلوم جَدَّ في تَلفي

من مُنصِفي مِن ظَلوم جَدَّ في تَلفي

فَلَستُ أَلقاهُ يَوماً غَير مُنحَرِفِ

فَلَستُ أَلقاهُ يَوماً غَير مُنحَرِفِ

Who will grant me justice against a cruel one bent on my ruin?

I am one of the fair from the greatly unjust

For I never meet him without his turning away.

So I will never meet him except undeviating

يَصدُّ عَني بِلا ذَنب جنتهُ يَدي

يَصدُّ عَني بِلا ذَنب جنتهُ يَدي

وَكُلَما صَدَّ عَني زادَ بي شَغَفي

وَكُلَما صَدَّ عَني زادَ بي شَغَفي

He turns away from me, though my hand has committed no wrong,

He bars his paradise from me without sin

And whenever he turns from me, my passion grows within me.

And the more he bars me, the more my passion grows

وَما الغَرام وَإِن لذَّت مَوارِدُهُ

وَما الغَرام وَإِن لذَّت مَوارِدُهُ

غَير السِقام وَغَير الحُزن وَالأَسَف

غَير السِقام وَغَير الحُزن وَالأَسَف

And love, though its springs are sweet,

And love, though its springs are sweet

Is nothing but sickness, and nothing but sorrow and regret.

Is naught but sickness, sorrow and gloom

أَقول لِلقَلب وَالأَشواق تَحرِقُهُ

أَقول لِلقَلب وَالأَشواق تَحرِقُهُ

ما كانَ أَغناك يا قَلبي عَن التَلَف

ما كانَ أَغناك يا قَلبي عَن التَلَف

I say to my heart, while longings burn it:

I say to my heart and the passions burning it

How little need you had, O my heart, of ruin!

Of what use has it been, O my heart, save wasting away

بِذَلت روحي لِمَن يُرضيك يا سَكني

بِذَلت روحي لِمَن يُرضيك يا سَكني

وَلَيسَ هَذا مِن التَبذير وَالسَرف

وَلَيسَ هَذا مِن التَبذير وَالسَرف

I have offered my soul to whoever pleases you, O my solace,

I sacrificed my soul to one who gladdens you, my home

And this is neither squandering nor extravagance.

And this is no prodigality or excess

أَصفَيتُكَ الود مِن دون الأَنام وَمِن

أَصفَيتُكَ الود مِن دون الأَنام وَمِن

يَصف الوِداد لِمَن يَهواهُ غَير خَفي

يَصف الوِداد لِمَن يَهواهُ غَير خَفي

I have given you pure love to the exclusion of all others; and whoever

I clarified my love for you, apart from mankind and from

Offers sincere affection to the one he loves is plain to see.

Whoever clarifies his love but the impassioned one

وَالمُخلص الود وَالمَذّاق ما اِشتَبَها

وَالمُخلص الود وَالمَذّاق ما اِشتَبَها

عَلى لَبيب وَلَيسَ الدُرّ كَالصَدَف

عَلى لَبيب وَلَيسَ الدُرّ كَالصَدَف

And the sincere lover and the insincere are never confused

Sincere love and its essence are not confused

By the discerning; pearls are not like shells.

By one of sense, for pearls are unlike shells

يا مَن يُعَذِبُني بِالصَد مُجتَهِداً

يا مَن يُعَذِبُني بِالصَد مُجتَهِداً

مَهلاً فَقَد أَشرَفَت نَفسي عَلى التَلَف

مَهلاً فَقَد أَشرَفَت نَفسي عَلى التَلَف

O you who zealously torment me by shunning me,

O you who tortures me with rejection, striving

Be gentle, for my soul has reached the brink of ruin.

Gently, for my soul is close to extinction

يا بَدر تَمٍّ أَجَل اللَهُ صورَتَهُ

يا بَدر تَمٍّ أَجَل اللَهُ صورَتَهُ

عَن الخُسوف وَعَن نَقض وَعَن كَلف

عَن الخُسوف وَعَن نَقض وَعَن كَلف

O full moon, whose form God has exalted

O perfect full moon, may God preserve its image

Above eclipse, undoing, and dark blemishes!

From eclipse, from loss, from blemish

البَدر لا يَمنَع الأَبصار رُؤيَتَهُ

البَدر لا يَمنَع الأَبصار رُؤيَتَهُ

وَأَنتَ مُحتجب عَني مِن الصَلف

وَأَنتَ مُحتجب عَني مِن الصَلف

The full moon does not keep eyes from seeing it,

The moon's light cannot be barred from sight

Yet you are veiled from me out of arrogance.

While you are veiled from me by aloofness

سَدد سِهامَك يا مَن مَزَقَت كَبدي

سَدد سِهامَك يا مَن مَزَقَت كَبدي

مِنهُ اللحاظ فَهَذا آخر الهَدَف

مِنهُ اللحاظ فَهَذا آخر الهَدَف

Aim your arrows, O you who have torn my liver

Make your arrows true, O you who lacerated my liver

With your glances—this is the target's end.

With glances—for this is the final target