بَدْرٌ عَنِ الوَصْلِ فِي الهَوَى عَدَلا

بَدْرٌ عَنِ الوَصْلِ فِي الهَوَى عَدَلا

مَا لِيَ عَنْهُ إِنْ جَارَ أَوْ عَدَلا مَذْهَبْ

مَا لِيَ عَنْهُ إِنْ جَارَ أَوْ عَدَلا مَذْهَبْ

A full moon has turned away from union in love.

The full moon is equal to union in love

I have no escape from him, whether he is unjust or fair.

I have no other course, whether he is near or far

مُتَرَّكُ اللَّحْظِ لَفْظُهُ خَنَثُ

مُتَرَّكُ اللَّحْظِ لَفْظُهُ خَنَثُ

إِلَيْهِ تَصْبُو الحَشَا وَتَنْبَعِثُ

إِلَيْهِ تَصْبُو الحَشَا وَتَنْبَعِثُ

Turkish in gaze, his speech is soft and languid.

His words left unspoken are effeminate

My innermost heart yearns toward him and stirs.

The sorrows pour towards him and spring up

أَشْكُو إِلَيْهِ وَلَيسَ يَكْتَرِثُ

أَشْكُو إِلَيْهِ وَلَيسَ يَكْتَرِثُ

دَعَا فُؤَادِي بِأَنْ يَذْوبَ قِلَى

دَعَا فُؤَادِي بِأَنْ يَذْوبَ قِلَى

I complain to him, but he does not care.

I complain to him but he does not care

He bade my heart melt from his disdain.

My heart called to melt away, roasted

المَوْتُ وَاللَّه مِنْ مَقَالِي لا أَقْرَبْ

المَوْتُ وَاللَّه مِنْ مَقَالِي لا أَقْرَبْ

لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي مُقْلَةٌ وَلا كَبِدُ

لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي مُقْلَةٌ وَلا كَبِدُ

Death, by God, is nearer than my saying 'No.'

By God, death is closer to me than my words

No eye remains to me, nor a liver.

I have no more liver or kidneys left

وَالقَلْبُ فِيهِ أَوْدَى بِهِ الكَمَدُ

وَالقَلْبُ فِيهِ أَوْدَى بِهِ الكَمَدُ

وَلَيْسَ يُلْفِي لِهَجْرِهِ أَمَدُ

وَلَيْسَ يُلْفِي لِهَجْرِهِ أَمَدُ

And my heart—grief over him has brought it to ruin.

And my heart, the intense heat has melted them away

And it finds no end to his estrangement.

And he cannot endure being absent for long

لا تَعْجَبُوا إِنْ غَدَوْتُ مُحْتَمِلاً

لا تَعْجَبُوا إِنْ غَدَوْتُ مُحْتَمِلاً

لَكِنَّ قَلْبِي إِنْ كَانَ عَنْهُ سَلا أَعْجَبْ

لَكِنَّ قَلْبِي إِنْ كَانَ عَنْهُ سَلا أَعْجَبْ

Do not marvel if I have become forbearing.

Do not be surprised if I have become forbearing

But my heart would be stranger still if it had ceased to love him.

But it is amazing if my heart remains serene without him

بِالحُسْنِ كُلّ العُقُولِ قَدْ نَهَبَا

بِالحُسْنِ كُلّ العُقُولِ قَدْ نَهَبَا

وَالحُزْنُ كُلّ القُلُوبِ قَدْ وَهَبَا

وَالحُزْنُ كُلّ القُلُوبِ قَدْ وَهَبَا

With beauty he has plundered every mind.

Beauty has stolen all minds

And he has bestowed sorrow on every heart.

And sorrow has bestowed all hearts

شَمْسٌ وَلكِنَّنِي لَدَيْهِ هَبا

شَمْسٌ وَلكِنَّنِي لَدَيْهِ هَبا

فَانْظُرْ لِذَاكَ القَوَامِ كَيْفَ جَلا

فَانْظُرْ لِذَاكَ القَوَامِ كَيْفَ جَلا

He is a sun, but beside him I am dust.

A sun, but to me he is haze

Then behold that figure, how it appears

So look at that slender figure, how majestic

غُصْناً وَكَمْ بِالجَمَالِ مِنْهُ جَلا غَيْهَبْ

غُصْناً وَكَمْ بِالجَمَالِ مِنْهُ جَلا غَيْهَبْ

As a bough—and how much darkness his beauty has dispelled!

A branch, though in beauty how many like him are rare