سَقى سُرَّ مَن رأَى وَسُكّانَها

سَقى سُرَّ مَن رأَى وَسُكّانَها

وَدَيراً لِسَوسَنِها الراهِبِ

وَدَيراً لِسَوسَنِها الراهِبِ

May Surra Man Ra’a and its inhabitants be watered,

The one who saw it watered the secret

and a monastery belonging to its monk Sawsan,

And a monastery for its lilies of the monk

سَحابٌ تَدَفَّقَ عَن رَعدِهِ ال

سَحابٌ تَدَفَّقَ عَن رَعدِهِ ال

صَفوقِ وَبارِقِه الواصِبِ

صَفوقِ وَبارِقِه الواصِبِ

by a cloud pouring forth amid its thunder—

A cloud poured down from its roaring thunder

crashing—and its ceaseless lightning.

And its incessant lightning

فَقَد بِتُّ في دَيرِهِ لَيلَةً

فَقَد بِتُّ في دَيرِهِ لَيلَةً

وَبَدرٌ عَلى غُصنٍ صاحِبي

وَبَدرٌ عَلى غُصنٍ صاحِبي

For I spent a night in his monastery,

So I spent the night in his monastery

and a full moon upon a bough was my companion:

With the full moon over a branch, my companion

غَزالٌ سَقانيَ حَتّى الصَبا

غَزالٌ سَقانيَ حَتّى الصَبا

حِ صَفراءَ كَالذَهَبِ الذائِبِ

حِ صَفراءَ كَالذَهَبِ الذائِبِ

a gazelle who served me, until morning,

A gazelle quenched me till dawn

yellow wine like molten gold,

Golden yellow like molten gold

عَلى الوَردِ مِن حُمرَةِ الوَجنَتَي

عَلى الوَردِ مِن حُمرَةِ الوَجنَتَي

نِ وَفي الآسِ مِن خُضرَةِ الشارِبِ

نِ وَفي الآسِ مِن خُضرَةِ الشارِبِ

over the roses of his cheeks’ redness,

On the roses the redness of the cheeks

and amid the myrtle of his mustache’s greenness.

And in the branches the greenness of the drinker

سَقاني المُدامَةَ مُستَيقِظاً

سَقاني المُدامَةَ مُستَيقِظاً

وَنِمتُ وَنامَ إِلى جانِبي

وَنِمتُ وَنامَ إِلى جانِبي

He gave me wine while I was awake;

It quenched me with wine while awake

and I slept, and he slept by my side.

And I slept and it slept by my side

فَكانَت هَناةٌ لَكَ الوَيلُ مِن

فَكانَت هَناةٌ لَكَ الوَيلُ مِن

جَناها الَّذي خَطَّهُ كاتِبي

جَناها الَّذي خَطَّهُ كاتِبي

Then came a small sin—woe to you for

So it was a respite, woe to you from its paradise

its fruit, which my scribe recorded.

That my writer has outlined

فَيا رَبِّ تُب وَاِعفُ عَن مُذنِبٍ

فَيا رَبِّ تُب وَاِعفُ عَن مُذنِبٍ

مُقِرٍّ بِزَلَّتِهِ تائِبِ

مُقِرٍّ بِزَلَّتِهِ تائِبِ

So, my Lord, accept repentance and pardon a sinner,

O Lord, repent and pardon a sinful

who admits his lapse and repents.

Confessor admitting his lapse, penitent