أَما آنَ لِلبَدرِ المُنيرِ طُلوعُ

أَما آنَ لِلبَدرِ المُنيرِ طُلوعُ

فَتُشرِقَ أَوطانٌ لَهُ وَرُبوعُ

فَتُشرِقَ أَوطانٌ لَهُ وَرُبوعُ

Is it not time for the radiant full moon to rise,

Has not the time come for the bright full moon to rise

so that his homelands and dwellings may shine?

And illuminate the homelands and wildernesses?

فَيا غائِباً ما غابَ إِلّا بِوَجهِهِ

فَيا غائِباً ما غابَ إِلّا بِوَجهِهِ

وَلي أَبَداً شَوقٌ لَهُ وَوَلوعُ

وَلي أَبَداً شَوقٌ لَهُ وَوَلوعُ

So, O absent one, whose face alone is absent,

So O absent one, nothing was absent but your face

my longing and passion for him are everlasting.

And I forever have a yearning and grief for you

سَأَشكُرُ حُبّاً زانَ فيكَ عِبادَتي

سَأَشكُرُ حُبّاً زانَ فيكَ عِبادَتي

وَإِن كانَ فيهِ ذِلَّةٌ وَخُضوعُ

وَإِن كانَ فيهِ ذِلَّةٌ وَخُضوعُ

I shall give thanks for a love of you that adorned my worship,

I will be thankful for the love that adorned my worship of you

even if it holds abasement and submission.

Though in it there was humiliation and submission

أُصَلّي وَعِندي لِلصَبابَةِ رِقَّةٌ

أُصَلّي وَعِندي لِلصَبابَةِ رِقَّةٌ

فَكُلُّ صَلاتي في هَواكَ خُشوعُ

فَكُلُّ صَلاتي في هَواكَ خُشوعُ

I pray, and within me is the tenderness of ardent longing;

I pray and in my youth there is tenderness

so all my prayer, in loving you, is humble reverence.

So all my prayers are done in your love, in devotion

أَأَحبابَنا هَل ذَلِكَ العَيشُ عائِدٌ

أَأَحبابَنا هَل ذَلِكَ العَيشُ عائِدٌ

كَما كانَ إِذ أَنتُم وَنَحنُ جَميعُ

كَما كانَ إِذ أَنتُم وَنَحنُ جَميعُ

O our beloved ones, will that life return,

O my loved ones! Will that life return

as it was when you and we were all together?

As it was when you all and I together were?

وَقُلتُم رَبيعٌ مَوعِدُ الوَصلِ بَينَنا

وَقُلتُم رَبيعٌ مَوعِدُ الوَصلِ بَينَنا

فَهَذا رَبيعٌ قَد مَضى وَرَبيعُ

فَهَذا رَبيعٌ قَد مَضى وَرَبيعُ

And you said, “Spring is our appointed time to reunite”;

You said, "Spring is the time we promised we'd reunite"

yet here a spring has passed, and another spring.

But now spring has passed and it is another spring

لَقَد فَنِيَت ياهاجِرونَ رَسائِلي

لَقَد فَنِيَت ياهاجِرونَ رَسائِلي

وَمَلَّ رَسولٌ بَينَنا وَشَفيعُ

وَمَلَّ رَسولٌ بَينَنا وَشَفيعُ

Indeed, my letters have run out, O you who forsake me,

My letters have been lost, O emigrants

and the messenger between us and the intercessor have grown weary.

And the messenger between us has grown weary and silent

فَلا تَقرَعوا بِالعَتبِ قَلبي فَإِنَّهُ

فَلا تَقرَعوا بِالعَتبِ قَلبي فَإِنَّهُ

وَحَقِّكُمُ مِثلُ الزُجاجِ صَديعُ

وَحَقِّكُمُ مِثلُ الزُجاجِ صَديعُ

So do not strike my heart with reproach, for it is,

So do not tap at my heart with rebuke, for it

by your honor, cracked like glass.

Is as fragile as glass, easily shattered

سَأَبكي وَإِن تَنزِف دُموعي عَلَيكُم

سَأَبكي وَإِن تَنزِف دُموعي عَلَيكُم

بَكَيتُ بِشِعرٍ رَقَّ فَهوَ دُموعُ

بَكَيتُ بِشِعرٍ رَقَّ فَهوَ دُموعُ

I shall weep; and if my tears for you run dry,

I will cry though my tears bleed for you all

I shall weep with verse so tender that it is tears.

I cried in poetry that softened into tears

وَما ضاعَ شِعري فيكُمُ حينَ قُلتُهُ

وَما ضاعَ شِعري فيكُمُ حينَ قُلتُهُ

بَلى وَأَبيكُم ضاعَ فَهوَ يَضوعُ

بَلى وَأَبيكُم ضاعَ فَهوَ يَضوعُ

And my verse about you was not lost when I uttered it;

And my poetry was not lost on you when I recited it

yes, by your father, it gave off fragrance, and still gives off fragrance.

Yes, and without you it wanders lost, yearning

أُحِبُّ البَديعَ الحُسنِ مَعنىً وَصورَةً

أُحِبُّ البَديعَ الحُسنِ مَعنىً وَصورَةً

وَشِعرِيَ في ذاكَ البَديعِ بَديعُ

وَشِعرِيَ في ذاكَ البَديعِ بَديعُ

I love the one of wondrous beauty, in essence and in form,

I love the beautiful elegance of meaning and imagery

and my verse about that wondrous one is wondrous.

And in that elegance my poetry is elegant