حَبيبةُ قلبي نَأَتْ دَارُها

حَبيبةُ قلبي نَأَتْ دَارُها

وَلَمْ تَنْأَ عَنِّي وَعَنْ نَاظرِي

وَلَمْ تَنْأَ عَنِّي وَعَنْ نَاظرِي

My heart's beloved—her home lies far away,

The darling of my heart, her house came near,

Yet she is not far from me or from my sight.

Yet she stayed far from me and from my sight,

أرَى وَجْهَهَا مُشْرِقًا بالجَمَالِ

أرَى وَجْهَهَا مُشْرِقًا بالجَمَالِ

يُطِلُّ من الشَّاطِئِ الآخَرِ

يُطِلُّ من الشَّاطِئِ الآخَرِ

I see her face radiant with beauty,

I see her face shining with beauty,

Looking out from the other shore.

Beaming from the other bank,

هُوَ النَّهْر يَفْصِلُ ما بَيْنَنَا

هُوَ النَّهْر يَفْصِلُ ما بَيْنَنَا

مُدِلًّا بتَمْسَاحِهِ الغَادِرِ

مُدِلًّا بتَمْسَاحِهِ الغَادِرِ

It is the river that keeps us apart,

It is the river separating us,

Boasting of its treacherous crocodile.

Lying with its treacherous crocodile,

تَوَسَّدَ رَمْلَتَهُ شَاخِصًا

تَوَسَّدَ رَمْلَتَهُ شَاخِصًا

إليَّ وَمَا كُنْتُ بالخائِرِ

إليَّ وَمَا كُنْتُ بالخائِرِ

It pillowed its head on the river's sand, staring

Resting on its sandy bed looking up at me,

At me—but I was not fainthearted.

And I was not one to despair,

إليها عَلَى رَغْمِهِ فَلْأَخُضْ

إليها عَلَى رَغْمِهِ فَلْأَخُضْ

غَوَارِبَ تيَّارِهِ الثائِرِ

غَوَارِبَ تيَّارِهِ الثائِرِ

Toward her, in defiance of it, let me plunge through

Despite it, I will cross

The crests of its raging current.

The currents of its raging waters,

إذَا ما تَقَاذَفَنِي مَوْجُهُ

إذَا ما تَقَاذَفَنِي مَوْجُهُ

وسَالَ علي بَدَني الضَّامِرِ

وسَالَ علي بَدَني الضَّامِرِ

Whenever its waves toss me about

Whenever its waves tossed me,

And flow over my slender body,

And its water flowed over my weary body,

مَضَيْتُ كَأَنِّي عَلَى مائِهِ

مَضَيْتُ كَأَنِّي عَلَى مائِهِ

أُنِيلُ الثَّرى قَدَمَيْ عَابِرِ

أُنِيلُ الثَّرى قَدَمَيْ عَابِرِ

I press on as though, upon its waters,

I went on as if walking on its water,

I were setting a wayfarer's feet upon the earth.

My feet reaching the shore as they pass,

لَقَدْ حَالَ يَابِسَةً ماؤُهُ

لَقَدْ حَالَ يَابِسَةً ماؤُهُ

بسلطَانِ هَذَا الهَوَى السَّاحِرِ

بسلطَانِ هَذَا الهَوَى السَّاحِرِ

Its water has indeed become dry land

Its waters had dried up,

Through the power of this bewitching love.

By the power of this enchanting love,

وصيَّرني سِحْرُ هَذَا الهَوَى

وصيَّرني سِحْرُ هَذَا الهَوَى

وبي قوةُ القَادرِ الظَّافِرِ

وبي قوةُ القَادرِ الظَّافِرِ

And the magic of this love has transformed me,

And the magic of this love,

And within me is a mighty victor's strength.

Gave me the might of the Capable Conqueror,

ألا إنَّ سُلْطَانَ هذي المياهِ

ألا إنَّ سُلْطَانَ هذي المياهِ

ليَعْنُو لِسُلْطانِهَا القاهِرِ

ليَعْنُو لِسُلْطانِهَا القاهِرِ

Behold, the power of these waters

Know that the power of these waters,

Surely bows to her overwhelming power.

Is to capitulate to her supreme power.