كِتَابٌ فِيهِ خَطكِ فِيهِ حَظِّى

كِتَابٌ فِيهِ خَطكِ فِيهِ حَظِّى

فآتٍ مِنكِ حَمَّ بِهِ افتِتَاني

فآتٍ مِنكِ حَمَّ بِهِ افتِتَاني

A letter bearing your handwriting holds my good fortune.

A book in which your handwriting, in it is my fortune

For whatever comes from you is destined to enchant me.

So I come to you ardently desiring it

وَأطرَبُ إِن أتَاني مِنكِ حَتَّى

وَأطرَبُ إِن أتَاني مِنكِ حَتَّى

كَأنَّكِ قَد أتَيتِ إِذ أتَاني

كَأنَّكِ قَد أتَيتِ إِذ أتَاني

And if it comes to me from you, I rejoice so much

And I rejoice if anything comes to me from you, as if

that when it arrives, it is as though you yourself have come.

You had come when it came to me

وَظلتُ لأن بَنانَكِ لاَمَسَتهُ

وَظلتُ لأن بَنانَكِ لاَمَسَتهُ

اُمِرُّ بِكُلِّ أحرُفِهِ بَناني

اُمِرُّ بِكُلِّ أحرُفِهِ بَناني

And because your fingertips touched it, I kept

And I remained because your fingers touched it

running my fingertips over all its letters.

Commanded by all its letters, my fingers

وَهدَّمني تَشَوقكُم وَلمَّا

وَهدَّمني تَشَوقكُم وَلمَّا

لَثِمَت شِفَاهَ أحرُفِكُم بَناني

لَثِمَت شِفَاهَ أحرُفِكُم بَناني

And longing for you shattered me when

And your longing destroyed me, and when

my fingertips kissed the lips of your letters.

The lips of your letters kissed my fingers