قِفا أَو خُذا في العَذل أَيَّ طَريقِ

قِفا أَو خُذا في العَذل أَيَّ طَريقِ

فَما أَنا مِن سُكرِ الهَوى بِمُقيقِ

فَما أَنا مِن سُكرِ الهَوى بِمُقيقِ

Stop, you two, or take any path in reproach;

Stop or take whichever path you want in separation

For I have not sobered from love's intoxication.

For I am not intoxicated by the wine of passion

أَما وَالهَوى إِنَّ الهَوى لَأَلِيَّةٍ

أَما وَالهَوى إِنَّ الهَوى لَأَلِيَّةٍ

يُعَظِّمُها في الحُبِّ كُلُّ مَشوقِ

يُعَظِّمُها في الحُبِّ كُلُّ مَشوقِ

Indeed, by love—love is surely an oath

But passion, passion is a mighty sorcery

That every yearning lover holds sacred in love.

That magnifies it in love every longing one

لَو أَنَّ الهَوى مِمّا تَصِحُ هِباتُهُ

لَو أَنَّ الهَوى مِمّا تَصِحُ هِباتُهُ

لَقاسَمتُ مِنهُ قَلبَ كُلِّ صَديقِ

لَقاسَمتُ مِنهُ قَلبَ كُلِّ صَديقِ

If love were something one could validly give away,

If passion were of things whose gifts were wholesome

I would share some of it with every friend's heart.

I'd have shared it and split the heart of each friend