قَد جَمَّعَ اللَهُ لِي شَملي بِقُربِكُمُ

قَد جَمَّعَ اللَهُ لِي شَملي بِقُربِكُمُ

مِن بَعدِ ما كانَ يا نَفسي الفِدا بَدَدَا

مِن بَعدِ ما كانَ يا نَفسي الفِدا بَدَدَا

God has indeed gathered my scattered self through your nearness,

God has gathered my family near me

After it had lain dispersed—O you for whom my soul is ransom!

After they were scattered, O my soul that I sacrifice

وَعادَ نَومي وَقَد كانَ الرُّقادُ جَفا

وَعادَ نَومي وَقَد كانَ الرُّقادُ جَفا

عَيني وَبُدِّلتُ مِن لَذّاتِهِ السَهَدا

عَيني وَبُدِّلتُ مِن لَذّاتِهِ السَهَدا

And my sleep returned, though slumber had forsaken

And my sleep has returned after insomnia plagued me

My eyes, and I had been given sleeplessness instead of its delights.

My eyes and I was changed from its delights to wakefulness

وَكانَ قَد غابَ لَمّا غِبتِ عَن جَسَدي

وَكانَ قَد غابَ لَمّا غِبتِ عَن جَسَدي

قَلبي وَأورِثتُ همّاً فَتَّتَ الكَبِدا

قَلبي وَأورِثتُ همّاً فَتَّتَ الكَبِدا

And when you vanished, there had vanished from my body

And my heart had been absent when I was away from my body

My heart; I was bequeathed a grief that shattered my liver.

And I inherited worries that shredded my liver

وَكُنتُ أَسخَنَ خَلقِ اللَهُ كَلِّهِمُ

وَكُنتُ أَسخَنَ خَلقِ اللَهُ كَلِّهِمُ

عَيناً وأَطوَلَهُم مِن وَحشَتي كَمَدا

عَيناً وأَطوَلَهُم مِن وَحشَتي كَمَدا

And of all God's creatures, I had the most burning

And I was the warmest of all God's creation

Eyes, and the longest-lasting grief from my loneliness.

With an eye and the longest in my loneliness extended

فَقَرَّتِ العَينُ يا نَفسي بِقُربِكُمُ

فَقَرَّتِ العَينُ يا نَفسي بِقُربِكُمُ

وَغابَ هَمّي وَوافَى روحِيَ الجَسَدا

وَغابَ هَمّي وَوافَى روحِيَ الجَسَدا

So my eyes grew cool with joy, O my soul, at your nearness,

So my eyes relaxed, O my soul, with your nearness

And my sorrow vanished, and my spirit rejoined my body.

And my worries disappeared and my soul returned to my body

فَالحَمدُ لِلَّهِ ذي النَعماءِ يا سَكَني

فَالحَمدُ لِلَّهِ ذي النَعماءِ يا سَكَني

حَمداً كَثيراً لِرَبِّي دائِماً أَبَدا

حَمداً كَثيراً لِرَبِّي دائِماً أَبَدا

So praise be to God, possessor of blessings, O my solace,

So praise be to God, the Lord of bounty, O my peace

Abundant praise to my Lord, always and forever.

Much praise to my Lord, forever and ever

ما كانَ شَأنِيَ لَولا أَنَّهُ نَكَدٌ

ما كانَ شَأنِيَ لَولا أَنَّهُ نَكَدٌ

وَشَأنُ كُلِّ غَليظِ القَلبِ وَالكَبِدِ

وَشَأنُ كُلِّ غَليظِ القَلبِ وَالكَبِدِ

What would my lot have been, but for his vexing nature

My state would not have been if it were not for hardship

And the ways of all who are hard of heart and liver?

And the state of every hard and coarse hearted person

إِن هُنتُ عَزَّ وَإِن واصَلتُ صَدَّ وَإِن

إِن هُنتُ عَزَّ وَإِن واصَلتُ صَدَّ وَإِن

أَغضَيتُ لَم يَلتَفِت نَحوي وَلمَ يَكَدِ

أَغضَيتُ لَم يَلتَفِت نَحوي وَلمَ يَكَدِ

If I humble myself, he grows proud; if I seek union, he turns away; and if

If I become meek, he prevents, and if I reconcile, he turns away, and if

I lower my gaze, he does not turn toward me, nor even come close to doing so.

I look aside he neither turns to me nor cares

أَقولُ لمّا مَلاني جَفوَةً وَهَوىً

أَقولُ لمّا مَلاني جَفوَةً وَهَوىً

يا مَن كَلِفتُ بِهِ لِلشُّؤمِ وَالنَّكَدِ

يا مَن كَلِفتُ بِهِ لِلشُّؤمِ وَالنَّكَدِ

I say, when he has filled me with estrangement and passion:

I say, when harshness and passion have filled me:

O you with whom I am infatuated, to my misfortune and misery!

O you whom I burdened with misfortune and misery

أَشكو هَواكَ وَلا أَبغي سِواكَ وإِن

أَشكو هَواكَ وَلا أَبغي سِواكَ وإِن

جَرَّعتَني غُصَصَ الأَحزانِ وَالكَمَدِ

جَرَّعتَني غُصَصَ الأَحزانِ وَالكَمَدِ

I lament my love for you, yet seek no one but you, even if

I complain of your love, and desire none but you, even if

You force me to swallow the choking draughts of sorrow and grief.

You make me drink the bitterness of sorrows and troubles