أَدارَ النَوى كَم دارَ فيك تَلَدُّدي

أَدارَ النَوى كَم دارَ فيك تَلَدُّدي

وَكَم عُقتِني عَن دارِ أهيَفَ أَغيدِ

وَكَم عُقتِني عَن دارِ أهيَفَ أَغيدِ

O abode of separation, how often I have wandered bewildered within you!

How the planets have circled, how much they wavered in you,

And how often you have kept me from a slender-waisted, graceful beloved's home!

And how much they prevented me from the abode of my loved ones.

حَلَفتُ بِهِ لَو قَد تَعَرَّضَ دونَهُ

حَلَفتُ بِهِ لَو قَد تَعَرَّضَ دونَهُ

كُماةُ الأَعادي في النَسيج المُسردِ

كُماةُ الأَعادي في النَسيج المُسردِ

I swore by him: had the way to him been barred by

I swore by it, if the enemies had stood in its way

The enemies' champions in woven, interlinked mail,

Like the lined up stars in the outspread sky.

لَجَرّدتُ لِلضَربِ المُهَنَّدَ فاِنقَضى

لَجَرّدتُ لِلضَربِ المُهَنَّدَ فاِنقَضى

مُرادي وَعَز ما مِثلَ حَدّ المُهَنَّدِ

مُرادي وَعَز ما مِثلَ حَدّ المُهَنَّدِ

I would have unsheathed the Indian blade to strike, and so fulfilled

I would have bared myself for the slashing sword, until

My desire—and rare indeed is the equal of the Indian blade's edge.

My purpose was fulfilled, and rare is one like the slashing sword.

فَما حَلَّ خِلٌّ مِن فُؤادِ خَليلِه

فَما حَلَّ خِلٌّ مِن فُؤادِ خَليلِه

مَحَلَّ اِعتِمادٍ مِن فُؤادِ مُحَمَّدِ

مَحَلَّ اِعتِمادٍ مِن فُؤادِ مُحَمَّدِ

For no beloved has ever held within his lover's heart

So no heart of a friend is emptied of his friend's heart,

The place I'timad holds within Muhammad's heart.

A place of reliance, from the heart of Muhammad.

وَلَكِنَّها الأَقدارُ تُردي بِلا ظُبى

وَلَكِنَّها الأَقدارُ تُردي بِلا ظُبى

وَتُصمي بِلا قَتل وَتَرمي بِلا يَدِ

وَتُصمي بِلا قَتل وَتَرمي بِلا يَدِ

Yet such is fate: it slays without sword edges,

But it is fate that ruins without folly,

And strikes mortally without killing, and shoots without a hand.

And it deafens without killing, and casts without a hand.