أشْكو إلى الله تَباريحَ الهَوى

أشْكو إلى الله تَباريحَ الهَوى

وما طَواهُ القَلبُ من آهِ النَّوى

وما طَواهُ القَلبُ من آهِ النَّوى

I complain to God of love’s agonies,

I complain to God of the tribulations of passion,

And the sighs of separation the heart has enfolded.

And what the heart concealed of the sigh of purpose.

أُحَمِّلُ الرِّيح السَّلامَ طَيِّباً

أُحَمِّلُ الرِّيح السَّلامَ طَيِّباً

لِجيرَةِ الوادي بِشَرْقيِّ اللِّوا

لِجيرَةِ الوادي بِشَرْقيِّ اللِّوا

I charge the wind with a fragrant greeting

I send the breeze a gentle greeting,

To the valley’s neighbors on the eastern side of al-Liwā.

To the neighbor of the valley in the east of twisting.

هَبَّ النَّسيمُ فَطَوى بِنَشْرهِ

هَبَّ النَّسيمُ فَطَوى بِنَشْرهِ

تَذْكارَهُمْ فيا بِروحي ما طَوى

تَذْكارَهُمْ فيا بِروحي ما طَوى

The breeze blew and enfolded in its fragrance

The breeze blew, so it conveyed with its diffusion

Their memory—oh, my soul be ransom for what it enfolded!

Their remembrance in my soul, what it concealed.

الحُبُّ مَحْمولٌ على القَصْدِ به

الحُبُّ مَحْمولٌ على القَصْدِ به

وإنَّما للمَرْءِ حَقًّا ما نَوى

وإنَّما للمَرْءِ حَقًّا ما نَوى

Love is judged by the intention behind it,

Love is carried with intention towards it,

And truly, one has only what one intended.

And the right of a person is only what he intended.

يا قومُ لله طَوَيْنا حُبَّكُم

يا قومُ لله طَوَيْنا حُبَّكُم

على قُلوبٍ طَبْعُها تَرْكُ السِّوى

على قُلوبٍ طَبْعُها تَرْكُ السِّوى

O people, for God’s sake, we have enfolded love for you

O people, we concealed our love for you

Within hearts whose nature is to forsake all else.

In hearts whose nature is to abandon temptation.

فَعامِلوها كَرَماً بِرَأفَةٍ

فَعامِلوها كَرَماً بِرَأفَةٍ

تَصونُها من أجِّ نيرانِ الجَوى

تَصونُها من أجِّ نيرانِ الجَوى

So treat them generously, with compassion

So treat it generously with kindness,

That shields them from the blazing fires of love’s anguish.

That protects it for the sake of the fires of passion.

بالانْكِسارِ قَرَعَتْ أبْوابَكُمْ

بالانْكِسارِ قَرَعَتْ أبْوابَكُمْ

والانْكِسارُ دَأبُ أصْحابِ الهَوى

والانْكِسارُ دَأبُ أصْحابِ الهَوى

In brokenness, they have knocked at your doors,

With humility it knocked on your doors,

And brokenness is the way of lovers.

And humility is the habit of the people of passion.