كَفَىit suffices شَرَفاًas honor أَنّيthat I بِحُبّكَfor loving you أَعْرِفُam known
كَفَى شَرَفاً أَنّي بِحُبّكَ أَعْرِفُ
فَمَاhas it not, then آنَbecome time أَنْthat تَحْنُوyou show tenderness عَليَّtoward me وَتَعْطِفُand show compassion
فَمَا آنَ أَنْ تَحْنُو عَليَّ وَتَعْطِفُ
It is honor enough that I am known for loving you.
It's honor enough that through loving you I'm known
Has the time not come, then, for you to be tender toward me and show compassion?
So cease your disdain, show me mercy, bend down
عَمَرتُI filled جِهَاتيmy surroundings فيin هَوَاكَlove for you ولاand not أَرَىI see
عَمَرتُ جِهَاتي في هَوَاكَ ولا أَرَى
سِوَاكَother than you وَماand not ليfor me عَنْكَfrom you ماas long as عِشْتُI live مَصْرِفُa way to turn away
سِوَاكَ وَما لي عَنْكَ ما عِشْتُ مَصْرِفُ
I have filled my every quarter with love for you, and I see
I've roamed the world for your love and none else I see
None but you; while I live, there is no turning away from you for me.
But you, none can sway me from you while I have breath
فَزِدْso increase فيin التَّجَنّيunjust treatment حَيْثُwherever شِئْتَyou wish فَإِنَّهُfor indeed it is so
فَزِدْ في التَّجَنّي حَيْثُ شِئْتَ فَإِنَّهُ
وَحقِّكَby your worth أَنْتَyou المالِكُthe master المُتَصَرِّفُthe one who holds sway
وَحقِّكَ أَنْتَ المالِكُ المُتَصَرِّفُ
So wrong me still more, however you wish, for it is true:
Then punish at will, act as you see fit, it's your right
By your worth, you are the master who holds sway.
For you are the master with absolute might
وَمِثْليَand one like me أَوْلَىmost fit مَنْone who يَمُوتُdies صَبابةًof ardent longing
وَمِثْليَ أَوْلَى مَنْ يَمُوتُ صَبابةً
وَمِثْلُكَand one like you أَوْلَىmost fit مَنْone who يَحنُّshows tenderness وَيُسْعِفُand grants relief
وَمِثْلُكَ أَوْلَى مَنْ يَحنُّ وَيُسْعِفُ
And one like me is most fit to die of ardent longing,
And one such as I should rightly pine unto death
And one like you is most fit to show tenderness and grant relief.
And one such as you should pity and give relief
أَياO مَنْyou who لَهُto whom belongs الحُسْنُthe beauty الّذيthat بَهَرdazzled الوَرَىall creation
أَيا مَنْ لَهُ الحُسْنُ الّذي بَهَر الوَرَى
وَمَنْand you who حَازَpossessed مَعْنىًan essence لاnot يُحَدُّis bounded وَيُوصَفُand described
وَمَنْ حَازَ مَعْنىً لا يُحَدُّ وَيُوصَفُ
O you whose beauty has dazzled all creation,
O you of beauty beyond all mortal acclaim
And who possess an essence that cannot be bounded or described,
That speaks of a meaning no words can contain
تَجلَّيْتَyou revealed yourself ليto me فيin كُلّevery شَيءٍthing تَكَرُّماًout of generosity
تَجلَّيْتَ لي في كُلّ شَيءٍ تَكَرُّماً
فَلَسْتُso I am not لِهَجْرٍof estrangement وَاقعٍcoming to pass أَتخوَّفُfearing
فَلَسْتُ لِهَجْرٍ وَاقعٍ أَتخوَّفُ
You have graciously revealed yourself to me in everything,
You have graced me in all things, been generous and kind
So I do not fear any estrangement coming to pass.
Leaving no dread of estrangement to cause me pain
وَحُزْتَand you have attained جَمالاًa beauty لَيْسَthere is not فِيin الخَلْقِcreation مِثْلُهُits like
وَحُزْتَ جَمالاً لَيْسَ فِي الخَلْقِ مِثْلُهُ
بِهِfor it دَائِماًalways قَلْبِيmy heart يَهيمُis lost in love وَيُشْغَفُand is enthralled
بِهِ دَائِماً قَلْبِي يَهيمُ وَيُشْغَفُ
And you possess a beauty unmatched in all creation;
A beauty that has no like in all humankind
My heart is forever lost in love for it, and enthralled.
Has captured my heart, enthralled it, made it shine
فَخدُّكَfor your cheek وَرْدٌa rose وَاللَّواحِظُand the glancing eyes نَرْجِسٌnarcissi
فَخدُّكَ وَرْدٌ وَاللَّواحِظُ نَرْجِسٌ
وَشَخْصُكَand your person نِدْمانٌa drinking companion وَرِيقُكَand your saliva قَرْقَفُwine
وَشَخْصُكَ نِدْمانٌ وَرِيقُكَ قَرْقَفُ
For your cheek is a rose, and your glancing eyes are narcissi;
Your cheek is a rose and your glances narcissi
And you are a drinking companion, and your saliva is wine.
Your form like straight poplars, your saliva wine
وَجَفْنُكَand your eyelid نَبَّالٌan archer وَشَعْرُكَand your hair مُسْبَلٌhanging loose
وَجَفْنُكَ نَبَّالٌ وَشَعْرُكَ مُسْبَلٌ
وقدّكَand your stature خَطِّيٌّa spear of Khatt وَلَحْظُكَand your glance مُرْهَفُkeen-edged
وقدّكَ خَطِّيٌّ وَلَحْظُكَ مُرْهَفُ
And your eyelid is an archer, and your hair hangs loose;
Your lids are like violets, your hair loosely curled
And your stature is a spear of Khatt, and your glance is keen-edged.
Your stature a sapling, your gaze finely honed