وما تَلَوَّمَ جِسمي عَن لِقائِكُمُ

وما تَلَوَّمَ جِسمي عَن لِقائِكُمُ

إِلّا وَقَلبي إِلَيكُم شَيِّقٌ عَجِلُ

إِلّا وَقَلبي إِلَيكُم شَيِّقٌ عَجِلُ

And my body never held back from meeting you

My body does not blame me for longing to see you,

Without my heart yearning for you, impatient.

Yet my heart leaps eagerly towards you.

وَكَيفَ يَقعُدُ مُشتاقٌ يُحَرِّكُهُ

وَكَيفَ يَقعُدُ مُشتاقٌ يُحَرِّكُهُ

إِلَيكُمُ الحافِزانِ الشَوقُ وَالأَمَلُ

إِلَيكُمُ الحافِزانِ الشَوقُ وَالأَمَلُ

And how can one who longs sit still, when he is driven

How can a longing lover sit still

Toward you by the two driving forces—longing and hope?

When passion and hope spur him to you?

فَإِن نَهَضتُ فَما لي غَيرَكُم وَطَرٌ

فَإِن نَهَضتُ فَما لي غَيرَكُم وَطَرٌ

وَإِن قَعَدتُ فَما لي غَيرَكُم شُغُلُ

وَإِن قَعَدتُ فَما لي غَيرَكُم شُغُلُ

So if I rise, I have no desire but you;

If I get up, I have no other goal but you,

And if I sit, I have no preoccupation but you.

If I sit still, I have no other thought but you.

لَو كانَ لي بَدَلٌ ما اِختَرتُ غَيرَكُمُ

لَو كانَ لي بَدَلٌ ما اِختَرتُ غَيرَكُمُ

فَكَيفَ ذاكَ وَما لي غَيرَكُم بَدَلُ

فَكَيفَ ذاكَ وَما لي غَيرَكُم بَدَلُ

If I had a substitute, I would choose no one but you;

Had I any substitute, I'd not have chosen another,

So how could I choose another, when I have no substitute but you?

How could that be when I have no other but you?

وَكَم تَعَرَّضَ لي الأَقوامُ قَبلَكُمُ

وَكَم تَعَرَّضَ لي الأَقوامُ قَبلَكُمُ

يَستَأذِنونَ عَلى قَلبي فَما وَصَلوا

يَستَأذِنونَ عَلى قَلبي فَما وَصَلوا

And how many people approached me before you,

Many came to me before you,

Seeking leave to enter my heart, but never reaching it.

Asking leave into my heart, but none ever entered.