أَشتاقكم شوقَ الظِّماءِ إلى الحبا

أَشتاقكم شوقَ الظِّماءِ إلى الحبا

وأُحبكم حُبَّ النُّفوس حياتَها

وأُحبكم حُبَّ النُّفوس حياتَها

I long for you as the thirsty long for rain.

I yearn for you with the thirst of the parched for water

And I love you as souls love their lives.

And I love you with the love of souls for their life

عن غيركم نفسي تُلازم صومَها

عن غيركم نفسي تُلازم صومَها

وبذكركم أَبداً تُديمُ صلاتَها

وبذكركم أَبداً تُديمُ صلاتَها

My soul keeps its fast from all but you,

Without you, my soul perseveres in its fast

and, by remembering you, forever sustains its prayer.

And with remembering you, it forever maintains its prayers

ما فاتها حظّ الأسَى لفراقكم

ما فاتها حظّ الأسَى لفراقكم

إن فاتها من وصلكم ما فاتها

إن فاتها من وصلكم ما فاتها

It has not missed its share of sorrow at parting from you,

It missed the share of sorrow from being apart from you

even if it has missed whatever it missed of union with you.

If it missed being connected to you, it missed what it missed

للّه مُهجتي التي أَوقاتُها

للّه مُهجتي التي أَوقاتُها

بالقربِ منكم لم تزلْ أَقواتَها

بالقربِ منكم لم تزلْ أَقواتَها

God, how wondrous is my heart, whose hours

To God is my heart that its times

near you have always been its nourishment!

Were nourished by being near you

إنْ كانَ صبي قد عدمتُ ثباتَهُ

إنْ كانَ صبي قد عدمتُ ثباتَهُ

فصبابتي لكمُ حمدتُ ثباتَها

فصبابتي لكمُ حمدتُ ثباتَها

If my youth has failed to endure,

If a youth lacked steadfastness

then I have praised the constancy of my passion for you.

My youthfulness for you I lauded its steadfastness

يا ليتَ أَيامي التي قضيّتها

يا ليتَ أَيامي التي قضيّتها

في قربكم قد عاودتْ أَوقاتَها

في قربكم قد عاودتْ أَوقاتَها

Oh, would that my days, which I spent

Oh, if only the days I spent

near you, might return with their hours,

In your nearness would repeat their times

وغدتْ عقودُ مسرَّتي مجموعة

وغدتْ عقودُ مسرَّتي مجموعة

لا تستطيعُ يدُ الفراقِ شتاتَها

لا تستطيعُ يدُ الفراقِ شتاتَها

and the necklaces of my joy be gathered together,

And the necklaces of my joy would be gathered

beyond the hand of separation's power to scatter them.

So the hand of separation cannot scatter them

اللّهُ يعلمُ أن عيني بعدكم

اللّهُ يعلمُ أن عيني بعدكم

من شوقكم لم تستلذَّ سُباتَها

من شوقكم لم تستلذَّ سُباتَها

God knows that my eye, since your departure,

God knows that after you my eye

has found no delight in its sleep through longing for you.

From yearning for you did not relish its sleep

أَنتم بمصر ذوو غنىً من طيبها

أَنتم بمصر ذوو غنىً من طيبها

أَدُّوا بذكركم الفقيرَ زكاتَها

أَدُّوا بذكركم الفقيرَ زكاتَها

You in Egypt are rich in its delights;

You are in Egypt, enjoying its goodness

pay its alms by remembering the poor man.

Send to the poor with your remembrance its alms