أَلا يا صَنَمَ الأَززدِ

أَلا يا صَنَمَ الأَززدِ

الَّذي يَدعونَهُ رَبّا

الَّذي يَدعونَهُ رَبّا

Ah, O idol of the Azd,

Oh idol of Al-Azd

whom they call a lord,

Whom they call their lord

سُقيتَ العَذبَ مِن وِدّي

سُقيتَ العَذبَ مِن وِدّي

وَإِن لَم تَسقِني عَذبا

وَإِن لَم تَسقِني عَذبا

may you be given sweet water from my love,

You were given fresh water to drink from the valley

even if you give me no sweet water to drink.

And if you did not give me fresh water to drink

أَراني بِكَ مَكروباً

أَراني بِكَ مَكروباً

وَلا تَكشِفُ لي كَربا

وَلا تَكشِفُ لي كَربا

I find myself anguished because of you,

You see me distressed because of you

yet you lift no anguish from me.

And you do not relieve my distress

أَلا تَرزُقُني مِنكَ

أَلا تَرزُقُني مِنكَ

سُلُوَّ القَلبِ أَو قُربا

سُلُوَّ القَلبِ أَو قُربا

Will you not grant me, from yourself,

Oh why don't you provide me

the heart's release from longing, or nearness?

Solace of heart or nearness

فَإِنَّ الشَوقَ يَدعوني

فَإِنَّ الشَوقَ يَدعوني

وَإِنّي مَيِّتٌ حُبّا

وَإِنّي مَيِّتٌ حُبّا

For longing calls me,

For yearning calls me

and I am dying of love.

And I am dying of love

إِذا ما ذَكَرَتكَ العَي

إِذا ما ذَكَرَتكَ العَي

نُ لَم تَملِك لَها غَربا

نُ لَم تَملِك لَها غَربا

Whenever the eye remembers you,

Whenever my eye remembers you

it cannot hold back its flood of tears.

It cannot control its tears

كَأَنّي بِكَ مَطبوبٌ

كَأَنّي بِكَ مَطبوبٌ

وَما أَحدَثتَ لي طَبّا

وَما أَحدَثتَ لي طَبّا

It is as though I am bewitched by you,

As if I am afflicted because of you

yet you have worked no spell upon me.

And you have not caused me any remedy

وَلَكِن حُبُّكَ الداخِ

وَلَكِن حُبُّكَ الداخِ

لُ في الأَحشاءِ قَد دَبّا

لُ في الأَحشاءِ قَد دَبّا

But love for you has entered

But your love inside me

my entrails and crept through them.

Has crept into my entrails

أَفي شَوقٍ تُرى جِسمي

أَفي شَوقٍ تُرى جِسمي

صَبَبتَ الهَمَّ لي صَبّا

صَبَبتَ الهَمَّ لي صَبّا

Does my body, I wonder, yearn?

Did you see my body melting

You have poured sorrow upon me in torrents.

With passion that poured sorrow abundantly over me

وَهَبني كُنتُ أَذنَبتُ

وَهَبني كُنتُ أَذنَبتُ

أَما تَغفُرُ لي ذَنبا

أَما تَغفُرُ لي ذَنبا

And suppose that I had sinned—

And if I sinned, forgive me

will you not forgive me a sin?

Won't you forgive my sin?

تَرَكتَ القَلبَ قَد ماتَ

تَرَكتَ القَلبَ قَد ماتَ

وَما أَبقَيتَ لي لُبّا

وَما أَبقَيتَ لي لُبّا

You have left the heart dead,

You left my heart dead

and left me no wits.

And nothing of it remains for me

أَبيتُ اللَيلَ مَحزوناً

أَبيتُ اللَيلَ مَحزوناً

وَأَغدو هائِماً صَبّا

وَأَغدو هائِماً صَبّا

I pass the night in sorrow,

I spent the night sorrowful

and go forth in the morning, wandering and love-stricken.

And rose up confused in the morning

كَذي الوَسواسِ لا يُعتِ

كَذي الوَسواسِ لا يُعتِ

بُ مَن عاتَبَ أَو سَبّا

بُ مَن عاتَبَ أَو سَبّا

Like one beset by obsession, who does not appease

Like one possessed with no sense

whoever reproaches or insults him.

Whether he blames or curses

وَطِفلُ الحُبِّ أَضناني

وَطِفلُ الحُبِّ أَضناني

فَوَيلٌ لي إِذا شَبّا

فَوَيلٌ لي إِذا شَبّا

And love's infant has worn me down;

And the child of love weakened me

so woe to me when it grows up.

So woe to me if he grows up

فَإِنّي لَيسَ لي قَلبٌ

فَإِنّي لَيسَ لي قَلبٌ

وَإِن كُنتَ تَرى قَلبا

وَإِن كُنتَ تَرى قَلبا

For I have no heart,

For I have no heart

even if you see a heart.

Even if you see a heart

كَذا نُمسي وَما يُمسي

كَذا نُمسي وَما يُمسي

لَنا سِلماً وَلا حَربا

لَنا سِلماً وَلا حَربا

Thus we pass our evenings, while he remains

Thus we spend our evenings without

neither at peace with us nor at war.

Peace or war between us

فَحَدِّثني بِما أَدعو

فَحَدِّثني بِما أَدعو

كَ طولَ اللَيلِ مُنكَبّا

كَ طولَ اللَيلِ مُنكَبّا

So tell me, as I call upon

So talk to me, of what I pray to you

you all night, bowed down:

All night long with bent stature

أَتَشفيني مِنَ الأَسقا

أَتَشفيني مِنَ الأَسقا

مِ أَم تورِدُني نَحبا

مِ أَم تورِدُني نَحبا

will you heal me of my ailments,

Will you quench me from thirst

or lead me to death?

Or make me drink bitterness?

فَإِنَّ المَوتَ قَد طابَ

فَإِنَّ المَوتَ قَد طابَ

لَمَن أَورَدتَهُ جَدبا

لَمَن أَورَدتَهُ جَدبا

For death has become sweet

For death is sweet

to one whom you have led into drought.

For whom you make drink from barrenness

يُلَبّي قِبلَةَ الأَزدِ

يُلَبّي قِبلَةَ الأَزدِ

وَلَولا أَنتَ ما لَبّى

وَلَولا أَنتَ ما لَبّى

He answers the call of the Azd's qibla,

It obeys the kiss of Al-Azd

and but for you, he would not have answered.

And if not for you, it would not have obeyed