يا رَاقِداً لَمْ يَدْرِ عُمْرَ الدُّجَى

يا رَاقِداً لَمْ يَدْرِ عُمْرَ الدُّجَى

دَرَى وحَاشَاكَ بِهِ السَّاهِرُ

دَرَى وحَاشَاكَ بِهِ السَّاهِرُ

O sleeper who has not known the span of night's darkness,

O you who sleep unaware of the night's length

The wakeful one has known it—may you be spared.

You've wandered far; may the wakeful reproach you

غِبْتَ فَلَا وَاللَّهِ لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي

غِبْتَ فَلَا وَاللَّهِ لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي

قَلْبٌ وَلَا سَمْعٌ وَلَا نَاظِرُ

قَلْبٌ وَلَا سَمْعٌ وَلَا نَاظِرُ

You went away—no, by God, nothing remained to me:

You left, and by God, nothing remains for me

No heart, no hearing, no seeing eye.

No heart, hearing, or sight

يا زَهْرَةَ الآدابِ مِنْ لُطْفِهِ

يا زَهْرَةَ الآدابِ مِنْ لُطْفِهِ

وَجْدِي فيكَ المَثَلُ السَّائِرُ

وَجْدِي فيكَ المَثَلُ السَّائِرُ

O flower of refinement, through whose grace

O epitome of literature's elegance and subtlety

My passion for you is a widely repeated proverb.

You are the shining example in me

رِفْقاً بِعانٍ فِيكَ طَاوٍ على ال

رِفْقاً بِعانٍ فِيكَ طَاوٍ على ال

جَمْرِ حَشاً فيها الجَوَى نَاشِرُ

جَمْرِ حَشاً فيها الجَوَى نَاشِرُ

Be gentle with your captive, wrapping round the

Be kind to a flame within you blazing on

Embers a heart in which love's anguish spreads.

Embers - around it desire flares

هَلْ عاذِرٌ في الحبِّ لي عَاذٍلٌ

هَلْ عاذِرٌ في الحبِّ لي عَاذٍلٌ

أَو جَابِرٌ ناظِرُهُ الجائِرُ

أَو جَابِرٌ ناظِرُهُ الجائِرُ

Will any reproacher excuse me for love,

Is there an excuser for me, accusing in love?

Or will his cruel gaze heal me?

Or a compeller whose watcher is unjust?

اللَّه في قَتْليَ ظُلْماً أَما

اللَّه في قَتْليَ ظُلْماً أَما

آمنْتَ أَن يَظْهَرَ لي ثائِرُ

آمنْتَ أَن يَظْهَرَ لي ثائِرُ

Fear God in slaying me unjustly! Have you not

By God, in slaying me unjustly, do you feel

Believed that an avenger would arise for me?

Secured from an avenger rising for me?

يا طَرْفَهُ الحامِي حِمَى خَدِّه

يا طَرْفَهُ الحامِي حِمَى خَدِّه

بِمُهْجَتِي ذا الحارِسُ الساحِرُ

بِمُهْجَتِي ذا الحارِسُ الساحِرُ

O gaze of his, guarding his cheek's sanctuary,

O eyelashes guarding the sanctuary of his cheek

My heart's blood be ransom for this bewitching guard.

With my love you are the bewitching guard

إِن قِيلَ مَضْفُوراً غَدا شَعْرُه

إِن قِيلَ مَضْفُوراً غَدا شَعْرُه

فَهو بِقَتْلي في الهَوَى ظَافِرُ

فَهو بِقَتْلي في الهَوَى ظَافِرُ

If it is said his hair has become braided,

If it's said tomorrow his hair is tousled

Then it triumphs by slaying me in love.

In passion for me he is the victor