أَلقى فُؤادي في أَواري

أَلقى فُؤادي في أَواري

قَمر سراهُ مِن اسكدار

قَمر سراهُ مِن اسكدار

Into my blaze he cast my heart—

My heart I cast amidst the gloom

a moon who journeyed by night from Üsküdar.

Of a moon that shed its light from Skedar.

يَمضي الدُجى وَنَواظري

يَمضي الدُجى وَنَواظري

في حُبِهِ تَرعى الذَراري

في حُبِهِ تَرعى الذَراري

The night passes, while my eyes,

The darkness passes, and my eyes

in love for him, watch the stars.

In his love graze upon the meadows.

وَاود لَو عَلقت بِذَي

وَاود لَو عَلقت بِذَي

ل الوَعد مِنهُ يَد اِنتِظاري

ل الوَعد مِنهُ يَد اِنتِظاري

And I wish there might cling to the hem

I wish that I could grasp in my hand

of a promise from him the hand of my waiting.

The promise from him of my waiting.

يَجني فَأَبدى العُذر عَن

يَجني فَأَبدى العُذر عَن

هُ وَلَيسَ يَرضى بِاِعتِذاري

هُ وَلَيسَ يَرضى بِاِعتِذاري

He does wrong, so I offer excuses for

He reaps, so made excuses for

him, yet he will not accept my apology.

Himself, not pleased with my excuses.

أَتراهُ يَدري بِالَّذي

أَتراهُ يَدري بِالَّذي

قاسَيتُهُ أَم غَير داري

قاسَيتُهُ أَم غَير داري

Does he, I wonder, know what

Does he know what I have endured?

I have endured, or is he unaware?

Or is he unaware of my plight?

أَشكو الظَما أَبَداً وَما

أَشكو الظَما أَبَداً وَما

ء الحُسن في خَديهِ جاري

ء الحُسن في خَديهِ جاري

I forever complain of thirst, while

I complain of thirst forever, yet

the water of beauty flows in his cheeks.

The water of beauty flows on his cheek.

أَغدو بِهِ حَيران لا أَد

أَغدو بِهِ حَيران لا أَد

ري يَميني مِن يَساري

ري يَميني مِن يَساري

Because of him I grow bewildered; I cannot

Confused, with him I pass my days,

tell my right from my left.

Not knowing my right hand from my left.

ريم أَبت أَخلاقُهُ

ريم أَبت أَخلاقُهُ

إِلّا التَخَلُق بِالنَفار

إِلّا التَخَلُق بِالنَفار

A gazelle whose nature would have

His manners refused but to wear

nothing but a skittish disposition.

The garment of aloofness.

فَعشقتهُ وَعَلَيهِ مِن

فَعشقتهُ وَعَلَيهِ مِن

دُون الوَرى وَقع اِختِياري

دُون الوَرى وَقع اِختِياري

So I loved him; and upon him, over

So I loved him, and above all

all others, my choice fell.

The world he was my chosen one.