أَيُّ عيدٍ مِنَ الهَوى عادَ قَلبي

أَيُّ عيدٍ مِنَ الهَوى عادَ قَلبي

بَعدَما جَعجَعَ الدُجى بِالرَكبِ

بَعدَما جَعجَعَ الدُجى بِالرَكبِ

What visitation of love has revisited my heart,

What feast of passion did my heart regain

after the darkness had forced the caravan to halt?

After the night clouds thundered with the rain

لَو دَعاني مِن غَيرِ أَرضِكَ داعٍ

لَو دَعاني مِن غَيرِ أَرضِكَ داعٍ

لِغَرامٍ لَكُنتُ غَيرَ مُلَبّي

لِغَرامٍ لَكُنتُ غَيرَ مُلَبّي

Had a caller summoned me from a land other than yours

If one had called me from a land not yours

to passionate love, I would not have answered.

For love, I would not have obeyed the call

أَينَ ظَبيٌ بِذي النَقا يوقِدُ النا

أَينَ ظَبيٌ بِذي النَقا يوقِدُ النا

رَ عِشاءً بِالمَندَلِيِّ الرَطبِ

رَ عِشاءً بِالمَندَلِيِّ الرَطبِ

Where is the gazelle at Dhū al-Naqā, kindling the

Where is the gazelle with the soft white throat

fire at nightfall with moist Mandalī aloeswood?

Who lights the embers with the moist sweet fruit

كُلَّما أُخمِدَت زَهاها بِضَوءِ ال

كُلَّما أُخمِدَت زَهاها بِضَوءِ ال

حُسنِ مِن جيدِهِ وَضَوءِ القَلبِ

حُسنِ مِن جيدِهِ وَضَوءِ القَلبِ

Whenever it is quenched, he brightens it with the light of

Whenever its brightness is quenched by the light

beauty from his neck, and the heart’s light.

Of beauty from its neck and heart’s delight

سَكَنَ الهَضبَ مِن قَبا فَوَجَدنا

سَكَنَ الهَضبَ مِن قَبا فَوَجَدنا

أَثَراً لِلهَوى بِذاكَ الهَضبِ

أَثَراً لِلهَوى بِذاكَ الهَضبِ

He dwelt in the rocky upland of Qabā, and we found

It settled in the meadow long ago

a trace of love in that rocky upland.

And there we found the vestige of its glow

لَيتَ أَحبابَنا وَقَد أَشرَقونا

لَيتَ أَحبابَنا وَقَد أَشرَقونا

سَوَّغونا بَردَ الزَلالِ العَذبِ

سَوَّغونا بَردَ الزَلالِ العَذبِ

Would that our beloved ones, though they have made us choke,

Would that our loved ones, radiant and fair

would let us drink the coolness of clear, sweet water!

Had let us taste the cool sweet water there

يا لَها نَظرَةً عَلى الشَعبِ دَلَّت

يا لَها نَظرَةً عَلى الشَعبِ دَلَّت

ني غُروراً عَلى غَزالِ الشِعبِ

ني غُروراً عَلى غَزالِ الشِعبِ

Ah, what a glance toward the tribe! It guided

Ah, that one glance upon the hillside where

me, deceptively, to the gazelle of the mountain pass.

It led me, raptured, to the hillside deer

قَسَموا السوءَ بَينَ عَيني وَقَلبي

قَسَموا السوءَ بَينَ عَيني وَقَلبي

لِم جَنى ناظِري فَعَذَّبَ قَلبي

لِم جَنى ناظِري فَعَذَّبَ قَلبي

They divided suffering between my eye and my heart:

Evil they apportioned 'twixt mine eye and heart

why did my gaze transgress and so torment my heart?

Why should my lover suffer for their art?