وَلَيلٍ بَطيءٍ طُلوعِ الصَبا

وَلَيلٍ بَطيءٍ طُلوعِ الصَبا

حِ شَوقاً إِلى القَسَماتِ الصَبيحَه

حِ شَوقاً إِلى القَسَماتِ الصَبيحَه

And a night whose dawn is slow to rise,

The slow night of the dawn's youth

in yearning for those lovely features.

Yearned with desire for the radiant fates

أَبَحتَ فُؤادي وَأَنتَ المُباحُ

أَبَحتَ فُؤادي وَأَنتَ المُباحُ

وَما كانَ مِن حَقِّهِ اَن تُبيحَه

وَما كانَ مِن حَقِّهِ اَن تُبيحَه

You made my heart fair game, though you yourself are fair game;

You unlocked my heart while being benevolent

and it did not deserve to be made fair game by you.

It was not right that you make it benevolent

وَما أَصحَبَت في قِتالِ العَذولِ

وَما أَصحَبَت في قِتالِ العَذولِ

اَعِنَّةُ قَلبٍ عَلَيهِم جَموحَه

اَعِنَّةُ قَلبٍ عَلَيهِم جَموحَه

Nor did they yield in battling the reprover—

The viciousness of a raging heart did not help me

the reins of a heart, unruly against them.

In the battle against separation

مُعَنّى بِريحِ شَمالِ الشَآمِ

مُعَنّى بِريحِ شَمالِ الشَآمِ

لَقَد عَذَّبَ اللَهُ بِالريحِ روحَه

لَقَد عَذَّبَ اللَهُ بِالريحِ روحَه

Tormented by the north wind of al-Sham,

My essence is preoccupied with the north wind of Syria

God has indeed tormented his spirit with the wind.

God has surely tortured his soul with the wind

فَلا رَوَّحَ اللَهُ مِن قُربِكُم

فَلا رَوَّحَ اللَهُ مِن قُربِكُم

فُؤادي بِخَطرَةِ يَأسٍ مُريحَه

فُؤادي بِخَطرَةِ يَأسٍ مُريحَه

So may God never grant relief from yearning for your nearness

May God not comfort my heart from your nearness

to my heart through a soothing thought of despair.

With a whiff of relieving despair