نَمَّتْ بِمَا تَحْنُو عَلَيْهِ ضُلُوعُهُ

نَمَّتْ بِمَا تَحْنُو عَلَيْهِ ضُلُوعُهُ

أَسْقامُهُ وَشُجونُه وَدُمُوعُهُ

أَسْقامُهُ وَشُجونُه وَدُمُوعُهُ

What his ribs enfold was betrayed

His ailments grew with what his ribs bend over,

By his ailments, his sorrows, and his tears.

His sorrows and his tears and his grievances.

جَلَبَتْ نَواظِرهُ لِمُهْجَتِهِ أَسىً

جَلَبَتْ نَواظِرهُ لِمُهْجَتِهِ أَسىً

وَجَوىً يَذُوبُ بِبَعْضِهِ مَجْموعُهُ

وَجَوىً يَذُوبُ بِبَعْضِهِ مَجْموعُهُ

His eyes brought sorrow to his heart,

His glances brought to his beloved sorrow

And burning anguish, a fraction of which melts his whole being.

And intimacy that with some of it melts his whole being.

مُغْرىً بِوَسْنَانِ اللِّحَاظِ وَإِنَّما

مُغْرىً بِوَسْنَانِ اللِّحَاظِ وَإِنَّما

في حُبِّهِ هَجَرَ المُحِبَّ هُجُوعُهُ

في حُبِّهِ هَجَرَ المُحِبَّ هُجُوعُهُ

Enamored of one with drowsy glances—and only

Tempted by the softness of the cheeks, though indeed

In loving him has the lover's sleep deserted him.

In his love, the lover was deprived of his fervor.

أَبْدَى مُحَيَّاهُ وَأَسْبَلَ شَعْرَهُ

أَبْدَى مُحَيَّاهُ وَأَسْبَلَ شَعْرَهُ

وَالبَدْرُ يَحْسُنُ في الظَّلامِ طُلُوعُهُ

وَالبَدْرُ يَحْسُنُ في الظَّلامِ طُلُوعُهُ

He revealed his face and let his hair fall,

He showed his smile and let down his hair,

And the full moon's rising is beautiful in the dark.

And the moon looks beautiful rising in the darkness.

لِلطَّرْفِ فيهِ سَناً وَفيهِ بَارِقٌ

لِلطَّرْفِ فيهِ سَناً وَفيهِ بَارِقٌ

هَذا وذَاكَ يَرُوقُهُ وَيَروعُهُ

هَذا وذَاكَ يَرُوقُهُ وَيَروعُهُ

For the eye, there is radiance in him, and a flash of lightning;

For the eye he has glory and in it a flashing,

This and that delight it and frighten it.

This and that pleases him and makes him shudder.

دَبَّتْ عَقارِبُ صُدْغِه في خَدِّهِ

دَبَّتْ عَقارِبُ صُدْغِه في خَدِّهِ

فَغَدا وقَلْبِي في الهَوَى مَلْسُوعُهُ

فَغَدا وقَلْبِي في الهَوَى مَلْسُوعُهُ

The scorpions of his temple crept across his cheek,

The minutes of his temple crept on his cheek,

So there he was, my heart in love his stung victim.

So he became while my heart in love is burnt.

يا وَافِرَ الهَجْرِ الطَّويلِ تَولُّهي

يا وَافِرَ الهَجْرِ الطَّويلِ تَولُّهي

خَبَبٌ أَلا وَعْدٌ يَجُودُ سَرِيعُهُ

خَبَبٌ أَلا وَعْدٌ يَجُودُ سَرِيعُهُ

O you so lavish with long estrangement, my lovesick yearning

O source of long estrangement, beguile me,

Is a trot—is there no promise generous in its swift fulfillment?

Indeed, a sincere promise quickly fulfills.

نَبِّه جُفُونَكَ مِنْ نُعَاسِ فُتُورِهَا

نَبِّه جُفُونَكَ مِنْ نُعَاسِ فُتُورِهَا

لِتَرى مُحبّاً ذابَ فِيكَ جَمِيعُهُ

لِتَرى مُحبّاً ذابَ فِيكَ جَمِيعُهُ

Rouse your eyelids from their languid drowsiness,

Awaken your drowsy eyelids

To see a lover whose whole being has melted for you.

To see a lover melted in you entirely.

ما أَنْتَ يا طَرْفي بِمُتَّهَمٍ عَلى

ما أَنْتَ يا طَرْفي بِمُتَّهَمٍ عَلى

سِرِّي فَكَيْفَ إِلى الوُشَاةِ تُذيعُهُ

سِرِّي فَكَيْفَ إِلى الوُشَاةِ تُذيعُهُ

You, O my eye, are above suspicion concerning

My eye, you are not accused of

My secret—how, then, do you divulge it to the talebearers?

My secret, so how to the slanderers spread it?

حَمَّلتني ثِقْلَ الهَوى وَوَضَعْتَهُ

حَمَّلتني ثِقْلَ الهَوى وَوَضَعْتَهُ

عِنْدِي فَهَلْ مَحْمُولُهُ مَوْضُوعُهُ

عِنْدِي فَهَلْ مَحْمُولُهُ مَوْضُوعُهُ

You made me bear love's weight and laid it down

You burdened me the weight of love and put it

With me—so is what is borne the same as what is laid down?

With me, so is its carried its placed?

مَنْ لي بِمَنْ لَوْ سَام قَلْبِي غَيْرُهُ

مَنْ لي بِمَنْ لَوْ سَام قَلْبِي غَيْرُهُ

ما كُنْتُ بالدُّنْيا الغَداةَ أَبِيعُهُ

ما كُنْتُ بالدُّنْيا الغَداةَ أَبِيعُهُ

Who can bring him to me? Were another to bid for my heart,

Who is for me the one if he was patient with my heart,

I would not sell it this morning for the whole world.

I would not in the morning trade it for the world.

دَعْنِي وَسَهْمُ اللَّحْظِ مِنْهُ فَإِننّي

دَعْنِي وَسَهْمُ اللَّحْظِ مِنْهُ فَإِننّي

صَبٌّ كَما شاءَ الغَرامُ صَرِيعُهُ

صَبٌّ كَما شاءَ الغَرامُ صَرِيعُهُ

Leave me with the arrow of his glance, for I am

Leave me as the arrow of the gaze is from it,

A lovesick lover, passion's fallen victim, as it willed.

For I am torrential as the passion wished subdued.