لو كنت تعلم ما بالقلب من نار

لو كنت تعلم ما بالقلب من نار

لم توقد النَّارَ بالهنديّ والغارِ

لم توقد النَّارَ بالهنديّ والغارِ

If you knew what fire burns within the heart,

If you knew the fire in my heart,

You would not have kindled fire with Indian aloeswood and laurel.

You would not ignite more fire with wood and coal.

يا دار عُلوة قد هيجت لي شجناً

يا دار عُلوة قد هيجت لي شجناً

وزدتني حُرقاُ حُييت من دارِ

وزدتني حُرقاُ حُييت من دارِ

O dwelling of ʿUlwa, you have stirred sorrow in me,

O lofty home, you have stirred in me such yearning,

And increased my burning pangs—hail to you, dwelling!

And increased my burning since I left your dwellings.

كم بتُّ فيك على اللذات معتكفاً

كم بتُّ فيك على اللذات معتكفاً

والليلُ مدّرعٌ ثوبا من القارِ

والليلُ مدّرعٌ ثوبا من القارِ

How often I spent the night in you, devoted to pleasures,

How often I secluded myself in you, engrossed in pleasures,

While night was clad in a robe of tar,

While the night donned a coat of thick darkness.

كأنَّه راهبٌ في المسح ملتحفٌ

كأنَّه راهبٌ في المسح ملتحفٌ

شدَّ المجدّ له وسطاً بزنّار

شدَّ المجدّ له وسطاً بزنّار

As though it were a monk wrapped in haircloth,

As if it was an ascetic monk wearing a wool robe,

The zealous one bound his waist with a girdle.

Having girded his waist with a belt.

يديرُ فيه كؤوس الرَّاحِ ذوحوَرٍ

يديرُ فيه كؤوس الرَّاحِ ذوحوَرٍ

يديرُ من لحظهِ ألحاظَ سحَار

يديرُ من لحظهِ ألحاظَ سحَار

In it, a dark-eyed one passes round cups of wine,

He passes around in it cups of restless comfort,

Casting from his gaze the glances of a sorcerer.

Circulating with his glances glances of magic.