عِذارُهُ قَد سَبى طَرفي تَطَرُّفُهُ

عِذارُهُ قَد سَبى طَرفي تَطَرُّفُهُ

وَشَفَّني مِنهُ صَرفٌ لَستُ أَصرِفُهُ

وَشَفَّني مِنهُ صَرفٌ لَستُ أَصرِفُهُ

The edging of his cheek-down has already captured my gaze.

His reproach has captivated my eyes with its excess

And a misfortune from him has worn me thin, one I cannot avert.

And I was healed of it by a diversion I do not divert

وَخِلتُ عَزمَةَ صَبري عَنهُ ماضِيَةً

وَخِلتُ عَزمَةَ صَبري عَنهُ ماضِيَةً

فَاِستَوقَفَ الصَبرَ عَن عَزمي تَوَقُّفُهُ

فَاِستَوقَفَ الصَبرَ عَن عَزمي تَوَقُّفُهُ

And I thought my resolve to endure without him was firm;

And the resolve of my patience towards it went away

then his hesitation held my patience back from my resolve.

So patience stopped my resolve by its hesitation

هَذا كِتابٌ بِعَينِ القَلبِ تُقرَؤُهُ

هَذا كِتابٌ بِعَينِ القَلبِ تُقرَؤُهُ

تَدِقُّ عَن أَعيُنِ القارينَ أَحرُفُهُ

تَدِقُّ عَن أَعيُنِ القارينَ أَحرُفُهُ

This is a book you read with the heart's eye;

This is a book read by the eye of the heart

its letters are too fine for readers' eyes.

Its letters drip away from the eyes of readers

ما صورَةُ الحُسنِ إِلّا سورَةٌ نَزَلَت

ما صورَةُ الحُسنِ إِلّا سورَةٌ نَزَلَت

فَكَيفَ لا يَقبَلُ التَقبيلَ مُصحَفُهُ

فَكَيفَ لا يَقبَلُ التَقبيلَ مُصحَفُهُ

Beauty's form is nothing but a surah revealed;

The image of beauty is nothing but a revealed chapter

then how can its sacred volume not accept kisses?

So how can its manuscript not accept kissing?

إِن يُصبِحِ الوَردُ لا يُغري الغَرامَ بِهِ

إِن يُصبِحِ الوَردُ لا يُغري الغَرامَ بِهِ

ضَعيفُهُ فبما أَغراهُ مُضعَفُهُ

ضَعيفُهُ فبما أَغراهُ مُضعَفُهُ

If passion for the rose should go unstirred

If roses in the morning do not excite love

by its weak form, how then has its doubled form stirred it?

Then by what has its weakness excited its weakened?

فَيا لَهُ مِن حَبيبٍ هانَ مَجلِسُهُ

فَيا لَهُ مِن حَبيبٍ هانَ مَجلِسُهُ

وَيا لَهُ مِن مُحِبٍّ عَزَّ مَوقِفُهُ

وَيا لَهُ مِن مُحِبٍّ عَزَّ مَوقِفُهُ

So, what a beloved, whose seat has grown lowly!

Oh, what a beloved whose gathering has become lowly

And what a lover, whose standing has grown exalted!

And what a lover whose stance has become dear