بما أودَعتُه فيها

بما أودَعتُه فيها

إلى ليلايَ أهديها

إلى ليلايَ أهديها

With what I have placed within it,

With what I have entrusted in it

to my Layla I dedicate it.

To my nights I dedicate it

إلى تلكَ التي في أضلُ

إلى تلكَ التي في أضلُ

عي قلبي يُناجيها

عي قلبي يُناجيها

To her whom, within my ribs,

To her whom in blindness

my heart whispers to;

My heart whispers to

وترشفُ روحي العطشى

وترشفُ روحي العطشى

رواها من مآقيها

رواها من مآقيها

and my thirsty soul sips

And my thirsty soul sips

its quenching draught from the corners of her eyes.

Its anguish from her

وفي مهدِ الهوى العذري

وفي مهدِ الهوى العذري

ما فَتِئَت تُناغيها

ما فَتِئَت تُناغيها

And in the cradle of chaste love,

And in the cradle of innocent love

it has never ceased to coo to her.

It never ceases to whisper to her

وأحلامي إذا ما عَربَدَت

وأحلامي إذا ما عَربَدَت

كأسي تُغَنّيها

كأسي تُغَنّيها

And my dreams, when they run riot,

And my dreams when they rebel

my cup sings them.

My cup sings to her

فهذا الشعر ألهَمَنيهُ

فهذا الشعر ألهَمَنيهُ

حاضِرُها وماضيها

حاضِرُها وماضيها

For this poetry was inspired in me by

So this poetry was inspired in me

her present and her past.

By her presence and her past