قد دَعَوْتُكَ بالأَشْجَانْ

قد دَعَوْتُكَ بالأَشْجَانْ

فَكُنْ مُجيبْ

فَكُنْ مُجيبْ

I have called to you with my sorrows,

I have called upon you with yearning,

so answer me.

So answer me,

وانتزحتُ عن الأوطان

وانتزحتُ عن الأوطان

وَبُحَّ الغريب

وَبُحَّ الغريب

And I have gone far from home,

And I have departed from homelands,

and the stranger has grown hoarse.

And the stranger’s cry emerged,

وما حَدَثَ مِن سُلْوان

وما حَدَثَ مِن سُلْوان

على الكئيب

على الكئيب

And no solace has come

And what grief occurred,

to the sorrowful one.

To the melancholic heart,

فواحَرَبَ قلبِ الشَّجيّ

فواحَرَبَ قلبِ الشَّجيّ

مِنْه بَرِيّ

مِنْه بَرِيّ

Alas for the anguish of the grieving heart!

Made it flee from him,

He is untouched by it.

I do not break the covenant,

لا أنْقُضُ العهدا

لا أنْقُضُ العهدا

إنّي وَفِيّ

إنّي وَفِيّ

I will not break the pledge;

I am faithful.

indeed, I am faithful.

Arrows of separation, O life,

سهامُ بَيْنٍ يا عُمَرْ

سهامُ بَيْنٍ يا عُمَرْ

أَقْصَدْنَ عَبْدَكْ

أَقْصَدْنَ عَبْدَكْ

The arrows of parting, O Umar,

Aim for your servant,

have struck your servant down.

So tell me how can I have patience,

فقلْ لي كيفَ أصْبِرْ

فقلْ لي كيفَ أصْبِرْ

والقلبُ عندك

والقلبُ عندك

So tell me how I can endure,

While my heart is with you.

while my heart is with you.

If only fate,

أما لَوْ سَاقَ القَدَر

أما لَوْ سَاقَ القَدَر

ما ساقَ بَعْدَك

ما ساقَ بَعْدَك

Indeed, if fate should bring

Had not done what it did after you,

what it brought after your departure,

I would fulfil the pledge,

سأَقضي أنا الرَّمِيّ

سأَقضي أنا الرَّمِيّ

ولا قِسيّ

ولا قِسيّ

I shall perish—I, the target—

And no severity,

though there are no bows.

To separation, if it challenged,

للبينِ إن حَدَا

للبينِ إن حَدَا

أنا المطيّ

أنا المطيّ

If separation sings the camel-driver's song,

I am the prepared one.

I am its camel-train.

If the rain poured down,

إن جادَ القطرُ في رَسْمِ

إن جادَ القطرُ في رَسْمِ

أخْلافَ عَهْدِهْ

أخْلافَ عَهْدِهْ

If rain pours bountifully on a ruined trace,

As in its decree,

from the udders of its covenant,

It would water the abode of its outpouring,

رماهُ جائرُ الحكمِ

رماهُ جائرُ الحكمِ

من بعد شَدِّهْ

من بعد شَدِّهْ

an unjust arbiter cast it down

Then a guardian would replace a guardian,

after it had been made firm.

Loyal to it.

يسقي وابلُ الوسمي

يسقي وابلُ الوسمي

ديارَ رِفْدِهْ

ديارَ رِفْدِهْ

May the first autumn downpour water

Passion gifted me longing,

the dwellings of his bounty.

While it was sincere.

ثم الولي يتلى وليّ

ثم الولي يتلى وليّ

بها صفيّ

بها صفيّ

Then may the later rain be followed; a friend

I do not cease the mention,

is there, a true companion,

Of that time,

أهدى إليَّ الوجدا

أهدى إليَّ الوجدا

وهو خَلِيّ

وهو خَلِيّ

who bestowed longing upon me,

For in my face and mouth,

while he is untroubled by love.

Are two impairments.

لستُ أنفكُّ عَنْ ذِكْرِ

لستُ أنفكُّ عَنْ ذِكْرِ

ذا الزمانْ

ذا الزمانْ

I never cease remembering

I avert my gaze towards the full moon,

that time,

And blink,

إذْ ليَ في الوجه والثغرِ

إذْ ليَ في الوجه والثغرِ

مُعَلّلانْ

مُعَلّلانْ

when in the face and the mouth I had

So this one winks, and that one winks,

two sources of solace.

And the saliva flows.

أجيلُ الطرْفَ في بدْرِ

أجيلُ الطرْفَ في بدْرِ

وَأقْحوانْ

وَأقْحوانْ

I let my gaze roam over a full moon

But the fervour of roses,

and daisies.

Is a disobedient glance.

فذا جَنِي وذا جَنِيّ

فذا جَنِي وذا جَنِيّ

والريق رِيّ

والريق رِيّ

So this is ripe, and that is ripe,

Many yearnings of love,

and the saliva quenches thirst.

Yearned for him,

لكن حَمَى الوردا

لكن حَمَى الوردا

طَرْفٌ أبيّ

طَرْفٌ أبيّ

But the rose was guarded

The longing of passion, and no sympathy,

by an unyielding gaze.

For what it yearned.

ربَّ مُدْنَفَةٍ عِشْقَا

ربَّ مُدْنَفَةٍ عِشْقَا

إليه حَنّتْ

إليه حَنّتْ

Many a woman wasted by love

If it did not encounter what it encountered,

yearned for him.

It would not have sung.

أكنَّتِ الشوق ولا رفقا

أكنَّتِ الشوق ولا رفقا

لما أَكَنَّتْ

لما أَكَنَّتْ

She hid her longing, with no mercy

His excuse is clear, and the bashfulness in me,

for what she hid.

Fears the cover.

لو لم تلقَ الذي تلقى

لو لم تلقَ الذي تلقى

لما تَغَنتْ

لما تَغَنتْ

Had she not suffered what she suffers,

Whoever’s glance challenged, and the noble one,

she would not have sung.

عُذْرُه جَلِيْ وبي رُشَيّ

عُذْرُه جَلِيْ وبي رُشَيّ

هابَ الكَمِيّ

هابَ الكَمِيّ

His excuse is clear, and I am enamored of a little gazelle.

The armored warrior feared

منْ لحظه حَدّا والمَشْرَفِيّ

منْ لحظه حَدّا والمَشْرَفِيّ

the edge of his glance—and so did the Mashrafi sword.