يا مَن يُغنيهِ شِعري

يا مَن يُغنيهِ شِعري

كَالنورِ في قُربِ شَمسِ

كَالنورِ في قُربِ شَمسِ

O you whom my poetry enriches,

O you whom my poetry delights

Like light near a sun;

Like light in the sun's proximity,

وَمَن يَغارُ فُؤادي

وَمَن يَغارُ فُؤادي

مِنهُ عَلى حُبِّ نَفسي

مِنهُ عَلى حُبِّ نَفسي

And you—my heart is jealous

And you for whom my heart is jealous

Of you over my soul's love.

Of its self-love,

ضَلَّ الَّذي قالَ يَوماً

ضَلَّ الَّذي قالَ يَوماً

إِنَّ العِبادَ يُقَسّي

إِنَّ العِبادَ يُقَسّي

He went astray who once said

Lost is he who once said

That people make one hard-hearted.

Servants are made harsh,

صَحيحُ هَجرِكَ يُضني

صَحيحُ هَجرِكَ يُضني

وَذِكرُ حُبِّكَ يُنسي

وَذِكرُ حُبِّكَ يُنسي

True, your abandonment wears me down,

True, your abandonment grieves me

And remembrance of your love makes me forget.

And your love's memory gives forgetfulness.