أَمُضِرَّةٌ بِالبَدرِ طالِعَةٌ

أَمُضِرَّةٌ بِالبَدرِ طالِعَةٌ

عِندَ العُيونِ وَضَرَّةُ الشَمسِ

عِندَ العُيونِ وَضَرَّةُ الشَمسِ

Is she, rising, a bane to the full moon

Like the rising moon she appeared

Before the eyes, and the sun's rival-wife?

Dazzling eyes like the brilliance of the sun

أَنا مِنكَ في كَمَدٍ عَلى كَمَدٍ

أَنا مِنكَ في كَمَدٍ عَلى كَمَدٍ

يَومي عَلَيَّ أَمَرُّ مِن أَمسي

يَومي عَلَيَّ أَمَرُّ مِن أَمسي

Because of you, I am in grief upon grief;

I pine for you more with each passing day

My day is more bitter to me than my yesterday.

Today is more bitter for me than yesterday

جِنَّيَّةٌ وَقَبيلُها بَشَرٌ

جِنَّيَّةٌ وَقَبيلُها بَشَرٌ

عَظُمَ البَلاءُ بِها عَلى الإِنسِ

عَظُمَ البَلاءُ بِها عَلى الإِنسِ

She is a female jinn, and her tribe are human;

She is a heavenly beauty, the ideal of mankind

Because of her, affliction has grown great upon humankind.

But being with her brings great agony

وَتَقولُ لَمّا جِئتُ أَسأَلُها

وَتَقولُ لَمّا جِئتُ أَسأَلُها

كَيفَ الشِفاءُ لِداءِ ذي النَكسِ

كَيفَ الشِفاءُ لِداءِ ذي النَكسِ

And she says—when I came to ask her

When I came to ask her for relief

How a relapsing illness might be cured—

From the pain of my wretched sorrow

عَجَباً لَهُ إِذ جاءَ يَسأَلُ مِن

عَجَباً لَهُ إِذ جاءَ يَسأَلُ مِن

مَسِّ الفُؤادِ رُقىً مِنَ المَسِّ

مَسِّ الفُؤادِ رُقىً مِنَ المَسِّ

"How strange of him to come seeking, for

How amazing that he came to ask

The heart's affliction, charms against possession!"

For a cure from the one who caused his wound

لا تُنكِري هَذا النُحولَ أَما

لا تُنكِري هَذا النُحولَ أَما

نَفسي تَذوبُ عَليكَ مِن نَفسي

نَفسي تَذوبُ عَليكَ مِن نَفسي

Do not deny this wasting away—does not

Do not deny that I have grown thin and weak

My soul melt away for you from my very self?

My soul melts for you from within my soul