سفينة العَين قَد فازَت مِن الغَرَق

سفينة العَين قَد فازَت مِن الغَرَق

وَأَشرَقَت تَزدَهي مِن ساحِل الحَدق

وَأَشرَقَت تَزدَهي مِن ساحِل الحَدق

The ship of the eye has escaped drowning,

The ship of the eye has escaped drowning

And shines resplendent from the shore of the pupils.

And shone, becoming more beautiful, from the coast of the eyelid

مرت مَشيدَة ما مَسَّها لغب

مرت مَشيدَة ما مَسَّها لغب

شَفاف منظرها في أَحسن النَسق

شَفاف منظرها في أَحسن النَسق

It passed, lofty-built, untouched by weariness,

It passed magnificently, untouched by dust

Its appearance translucent, in the finest order.

Its appearance transparent, in the best form

وَنورُها ضاحِك تَبدو نَواجِذه

وَنورُها ضاحِك تَبدو نَواجِذه

لِما تَنفس صُبح الصَحو عَن شَفَق

لِما تَنفس صُبح الصَحو عَن شَفَق

And its light laughs, its back teeth showing,

And its laughing light appears, its nails

When the dawn of clarity breathed forth from twilight.

As the dawn of morning breathed from the horizon

قَد ضم بِالشَوق مَحبوا يعوّذه

قَد ضم بِالشَوق مَحبوا يعوّذه

من الوُشاة برب النور والفَلَق

من الوُشاة برب النور والفَلَق

It has embraced a cherished one with longing, invoking protection for him

Love has gathered the beloved it protects

From slanderers, by the Lord of light and daybreak.

From the wicked, by the Lord of the light and daybreak

فَيا وُلاة الهَوى في صِدقِكُم شَغفي

فَيا وُلاة الهَوى في صِدقِكُم شَغفي

اِذ أَنَّني مِن ذُهول الوجد لَم أَفِق

اِذ أَنَّني مِن ذُهول الوجد لَم أَفِق

So, O rulers of love, my passion lies in your truthfulness,

So O rulers of love in your sincerity my passion

For I have not recovered from passion’s bewilderment.

As I from the madness of ecstasy have not yet awoken

بكَعبَة الحُسن اِنسانا أَرى فَلَوا

بكَعبَة الحُسن اِنسانا أَرى فَلَوا

عَيني الَّتي طالَما ضَلَّت من الغَسق

عَيني الَّتي طالَما ضَلَّت من الغَسق

By beauty’s Kaaba, I see a pupil; they examined

With the Kaaba of beauty I see a human being so radiant

My eye, which so long went astray because of darkness.

My eyes which for so long were lost in the darkness

وَخبروني أَاِنساني صفا وَدَنا

وَخبروني أَاِنساني صفا وَدَنا

لِمُستَهام رَماه البَين بِالأَرق

لِمُستَهام رَماه البَين بِالأَرق

And tell me: has my pupil grown clear and drawn near

And let me know, my dear human, of purity and affection

To a lovesick one whom separation struck with sleeplessness?

For a desperate lover separated by sadness

نعم ببشر اللقا تَهديك أَنفُسَنا

نعم ببشر اللقا تَهديك أَنفُسَنا

وَقَد دَنا وَصَل مَن تَهواهُ فَاِستَفِق

وَقَد دَنا وَصَل مَن تَهواهُ فَاِستَفِق

Yes, our souls greet you with reunion’s glad tidings,

Yes, with the tidings of meeting our souls give you solace

And union with the one you love has drawn near, so awaken!

And he whom you love has come near, so awaken

أَهلا بِنورِ عُيون راق لي وَصفا

أَهلا بِنورِ عُيون راق لي وَصفا

من بعد يَأسي وَطول الخَوف وَالفرق

من بعد يَأسي وَطول الخَوف وَالفرق

Welcome to the light of eyes that delighted me and grew clear,

Greetings, my light, so gentle in description

After my despair and long fear and dread.

After my despair and prolonged fear and separation

فَيا تَحيات برء شهدها بِفَمي

فَيا تَحيات برء شهدها بِفَمي

حلى مَرارَة تَسهيدي مِنَ القَلَق

حلى مَرارَة تَسهيدي مِنَ القَلَق

So, O greetings of recovery, whose honey in my mouth

With what words can I greet him and his dignity

Sweetened the bitterness of my sleeplessness from anxiety.

Has triumphed, and did not attain for one hurrying

بِأى قَول أَحييه وَعِزَّتُه

بِأى قَول أَحييه وَعِزَّتُه

عَزت مَنالا فَلَم تُدرِك لِمُستَبِق

عَزت مَنالا فَلَم تُدرِك لِمُستَبِق

With what words shall I greet him, when his dignity

But the conscience of congratulations is not hidden

Is hard to attain, beyond the reach of any contender?

And the light of my familiarity appeared to people like the dawn

لكن ضَمير التَهاني غَير مُستَتِر

لكن ضَمير التَهاني غَير مُستَتِر

وَنور أُنسي بَدا لِلنّاسِ كَالفَلق

وَنور أُنسي بَدا لِلنّاسِ كَالفَلق

But the inner feeling of congratulations is not hidden,

And this sprinkling, since the beauty of its rise

And the light of my joy appeared to people like daybreak.

Its dwellings were the blinking of the eyelid

وَذا الرَشا مُذ نَشافى حُسن طَلعَتِهِ

وَذا الرَشا مُذ نَشافى حُسن طَلعَتِهِ

كانَت مَنازلُه شَفاقَة الحَدق

كانَت مَنازلُه شَفاقَة الحَدق

And this young gazelle, since he arose in the beauty of his face,

You, my redeemed eyes, I have found with you

Has had his dwellings in the tenderness of the pupils.

God does not forsake the abundant kindness

اِنسان عَيني المُفَدّى أَنتَ لحت بِها

اِنسان عَيني المُفَدّى أَنتَ لحت بِها

لا أَوحش اللَهُ من اِحسانِكَ الغَدق

لا أَوحش اللَهُ من اِحسانِكَ الغَدق

Pupil of my eye, whom I would ransom, you have shone within it;

I have accepted the poison in my sickness and

May God never leave me bereft of your abundant kindness.

My nights have left me in need of every misery

آليت لِما سَقيت السم في سَقمى

آليت لِما سَقيت السم في سَقمى

وَأَحوَجَتني لَياليهِ لكُل شَقى

وَأَحوَجَتني لَياليهِ لكُل شَقى

I swore, when I was given poison to drink in my illness,

I do not complain of my pain except to he who

And its nights left me in need of every wretched soul,

In every injustice remained with eyes shedding tears

لا أَشتَكي لَوعَتي اِلّا لِمَن هُوَ لي

لا أَشتَكي لَوعَتي اِلّا لِمَن هُوَ لي

في كُل ضيم بِالعُيونِ بَقى

في كُل ضيم بِالعُيونِ بَقى

To complain of my anguish only to the one who, for me,

And you were granted with a light derived from you

Remained in the eyes through every injustice.

My right hand shone and truth was behind me

وَقَد مُنِحتَ بِنور مِنكَ مُقتَبَس

وَقَد مُنِحتَ بِنور مِنكَ مُقتَبَس

بَرت يَميني وَكانَ الصدق من خلفي

بَرت يَميني وَكانَ الصدق من خلفي

And you have been granted light borrowed from you;

The nights of my affliction turned from passion and hope

My oath was fulfilled, and truth stood behind me.

And carried burdens upon my neck

ملت لَيالي مصابى من جَوى وَأَما

ملت لَيالي مصابى من جَوى وَأَما

وَحملتني أَثقالا عَلى عُنُقي

وَحملتني أَثقالا عَلى عُنُقي

The nights of my affliction grew weary of anguish and [unclear],

They led my reins to the cave of sickness and leaned

And loaded me with burdens upon my neck.

At its door for months, I could not bear it

قادَت زَمامي لِكَهف السَقم وَاِستَنَدَت

قادَت زَمامي لِكَهف السَقم وَاِستَنَدَت

بِبابِهِ أَشهَرا طالَت فَلَم أَطق

بِبابِهِ أَشهَرا طالَت فَلَم أَطق

They led my rein to the cave of illness and leaned

As if it were harm that harmed it, in nearness to you

Against its door for months that dragged on, so I could bear no more.

So it crossed the worst roads

كَأَنَّها ضُرَّة قَد ضَرَّها رَفهي

كَأَنَّها ضُرَّة قَد ضَرَّها رَفهي

بِالقُربِ مِنكَ فَجابَت اِسوَأ الطُرُق

بِالقُربِ مِنكَ فَجابَت اِسوَأ الطُرُق

As though they were a rival wife hurt by my ease

Does it intend to purify the hatred of its concealment

In nearness to you, and so traveled the worst paths.

With tears pouring from the depths

فَهَل نَوَت طهر أَحقادِ تَواريها

فَهَل نَوَت طهر أَحقادِ تَواريها

بِسُبُل دَمع مِن الآماق مندَفِق

بِسُبُل دَمع مِن الآماق مندَفِق

So did they intend to cleanse the grudges they concealed

When I cried for the grace of God, he made easy for me

Through trails of tears pouring from the corners of the eyes?

Kohl of patience that relieved me of anxiety

لِما اِستَغَثت بِفَضل اللَهِ يسرلي

لِما اِستَغَثت بِفَضل اللَهِ يسرلي

اِكحال صَبر أَقالَتني مِن القَلَق

اِكحال صَبر أَقالَتني مِن القَلَق

When I sought aid through God’s grace, He made available to me

May God return to you the light of the two tender ones

Applications of patience’s kohl that freed me from anxiety.

Without you, a guide never brought certainty

وَرَدك اللَهُ نور المُقلَتَين عَلى

وَرَدك اللَهُ نور المُقلَتَين عَلى

صَب بِغَيرِكَ هاد قَط لَم يَثِق

صَب بِغَيرِكَ هاد قَط لَم يَثِق

And God restored you, light of the two eyes, to

How my bone was shattered by sickness leaving me

A lovesick one who never trusted any guide but you.

Crushed, to the eyes of the eye weeping

كَم دق عَظمي بِاِسقام تُغادِرُني

كَم دق عَظمي بِاِسقام تُغادِرُني

كاثمد لِعُيون العَينِ منسحق

كاثمد لِعُيون العَينِ منسحق

How often my bones were crushed by illnesses that left me

How I said in my tribulation, O Lord, take my hand

Like antimony, ground to powder for the eyes of the wide-eyed.

And heal my illness, and relieve the insomnia

كَم قُلت في مِحنَتي يا رَب خُذ بِيَدي

كَم قُلت في مِحنَتي يا رَب خُذ بِيَدي

وَاِكشِف سَقامي وَجد بِالنَومِ للارق

وَاِكشِف سَقامي وَجد بِالنَومِ للارق

How often I said in my ordeal: O Lord, take my hand,

So with gratitude I acknowledged the small ones

And lift my sickness, and grant sleep to the sleepless.

To my Creator, the two moons did not clear on the horizon

فَبِالصَغيرَين أَهدى الشُكر مُعتَرِفا

فَبِالصَغيرَين أَهدى الشُكر مُعتَرِفا

لِخالِقي ما صَفا البَدران بِالافق

لِخالِقي ما صَفا البَدران بِالافق

So with the two little ones I offer thanks, in grateful acknowledgment,

To my Creator, as long as the two full moons shine clear on the horizon.