كَيفَ القَرارُ لِمُهجَتى وَعُيونُه

كَيفَ القَرارُ لِمُهجَتى وَعُيونُه

عَن صَفحَة البيض المَواضى راوِيَه

عَن صَفحَة البيض المَواضى راوِيَه

How can my heart find rest, when his eyes

How can I find peace when his eyes

tell of the gleaming blades of keen-edged swords?

Are narrators of the white page's beauty?

آها لَها مِن مُهجَة ثبت بِها

آها لَها مِن مُهجَة ثبت بِها

نار وَما دَرى العَواذِل ما هيه

نار وَما دَرى العَواذِل ما هيه

Alas for this heart, in which there took hold

Alas, what a passion has settled in me,

a fire—and the reproaching women knew not what it was:

A fire - though the maidens know not what it may be.

شَوق تَكون مِن سَعير مُحرِق

شَوق تَكون مِن سَعير مُحرِق

لا غرو اِن يُدعي بِنار حامِيَه

لا غرو اِن يُدعي بِنار حامِيَه

a longing formed from a consuming blaze—

A longing that burns and destroys,

no wonder if it is called a scorching fire.

No wonder it's called a blazing fire.

قَضَت اللَواحِظَ بِالصُدودِ وَما رَئَت

قَضَت اللَواحِظَ بِالصُدودِ وَما رَئَت

يا لَيتَها كانَت بِوَصلِ قاضِيَه

يا لَيتَها كانَت بِوَصلِ قاضِيَه

The glances decreed rejection, and did not see;

Glances have judged, yet never seen -

oh, would that they had decreed union!

If only they were a judge decreeing union!