ما لِحَبيبي كَسلانَ في فِكَرٍ

ما لِحَبيبي كَسلانَ في فِكَرٍ

وَقَد جَفا حُسنَهُ وَزينَتَه

وَقَد جَفا حُسنَهُ وَزينَتَه

What ails my beloved, listless in thought?

Why is my beloved melancholy in thought

And he has neglected his beauty and adornment.

Though his beauty and adornment have faded

وَالصُدغُ قَد صَدَّ عَن مَحاسِنِهِ

وَالصُدغُ قَد صَدَّ عَن مَحاسِنِهِ

كَصَولَجانٍ يَرُدُّ ضَربَتَه

كَصَولَجانٍ يَرُدُّ ضَربَتَه

And his temple-lock has turned away from his lovely features,

And his cheek has repelled his charms

Like a polo mallet that turns back its stroke.

Like a smooth rock that deflects its blow

تَرى هَلِ اِعتَلَّ مَن هَواهُ لَنا

تَرى هَلِ اِعتَلَّ مَن هَواهُ لَنا

وَجِسمُهُ رَبِّ فَاِشفِ عِلَّتَه

وَجِسمُهُ رَبِّ فَاِشفِ عِلَّتَه

Do you think he has fallen ill—he whose love is ours,

Do you think his illness comes from his love for me

And whose body is ours? My Lord, then heal his ailment.

O Lord, heal his body of its affliction

أَساخِطاً لا أُديمُ سُخطَتَه

أَساخِطاً لا أُديمُ سُخطَتَه

أَو سائِلاً لا أَرُدُّ حاجَتَه

أَو سائِلاً لا أَرُدُّ حاجَتَه

Is he displeased? I will not prolong his displeasure,

Whether he is angry, I will not endure his anger

Or seeking a favor? I will not refuse his request.

Or asking, I will not grant his request