يا مَن مَلَكَني وَعَن طَرفِ الوَفا عَرَّج

يا مَن مَلَكَني وَعَن طَرفِ الوَفا عَرَّج

وَأَطلَقَ رُقادي وَجَفني بِالسَهر زَوَّج

وَأَطلَقَ رُقادي وَجَفني بِالسَهر زَوَّج

O you who have possessed me and turned aside from fidelity’s edge,

O You who has possessed me and strayed from the path of loyalty,

And freed my slumber and married my eyelid to sleeplessness,

And released my slumber and paired my eyelids with wakefulness,

وَمَن لِحُسنِك بِتاجِ الحُسنِ قَد تَوَّج

وَمَن لِحُسنِك بِتاجِ الحُسنِ قَد تَوَّج

عيدُ الوِصالِ فَجرُ الشَوقِ قَد مَوَّج

عيدُ الوِصالِ فَجرُ الشَوقِ قَد مَوَّج

By the one who has crowned your beauty with beauty’s crown,

And You who with Your beauty has been crowned with the crown of beauty,

The feast of union—the dawn of longing—has stirred up waves.

The dawn of yearning has adorned the morning of reunion.