بِعَيْشِكَ عَاطِني أنباءَ دارِ

بِعَيْشِكَ عَاطِني أنباءَ دارِ

بِها أغْنَى عَن القَدحِ المُدارِ

بِها أغْنَى عَن القَدحِ المُدارِ

By your life, offer me tidings of a dwelling;

With your life, give me news of the abode

With them I have no need of the cup passed round.

With it I am richer than polished wine cups

إذَا قَرُبتْ يَهيجُ لها اشتِياقي

إذَا قَرُبتْ يَهيجُ لها اشتِياقي

وإنْ نزَحتْ يُمَثِّلها ادِّكارِي

وإنْ نزَحتْ يُمَثِّلها ادِّكارِي

When it is near, my longing for it surges;

When it draws near, my yearning is stirred

And if it lies far away, my recollection conjures it.

And when it departs, my thoughts depict it

وَدَعْ لَوْمي إِذا أبصَرْت ميلي

وَدَعْ لَوْمي إِذا أبصَرْت ميلي

فَسُكرُ الشّوْق مِن سُكْرِ العُقارِ

فَسُكرُ الشّوْق مِن سُكْرِ العُقارِ

And cease blaming me when you see me sway,

Let me not be blamed if you see my inclination

For longing's intoxication is akin to that of wine.

For the intoxication of passion is like narcotics

فُطِرْتُ عَلى الحَنين إلى المَغاني

فُطِرْتُ عَلى الحَنين إلى المَغاني

فقَلْبي في انصِداعٍ وانْفِطارِ

فقَلْبي في انصِداعٍ وانْفِطارِ

I was born with yearning for the dwelling places,

I was created inclined towards melodies

So my heart is cracking and splitting apart.

So my heart is in fracture and tearing

بَدَتْ أعلامُها فخَفِيتُ سُقماً

بَدَتْ أعلامُها فخَفِيتُ سُقماً

كأنيَ بعْضُ أقْمارِ السِّرارِ

كأنيَ بعْضُ أقْمارِ السِّرارِ

Its landmarks appeared, so I faded from sight with sickness,

Its landmarks appeared so I fell ill

As though I were one of the moons at the month's dark end.

As if I am one of the orbiting planets

ونازَعَني اصطبارِيَ بَرْحُ وَجدي

ونازَعَني اصطبارِيَ بَرْحُ وَجدي

وأنَّى لِلْمُعنَّى بِاصْطِبارِ

وأنَّى لِلْمُعنَّى بِاصْطِبارِ

And the torment of my longing strove to wrest my patience from me;

My patience battled my burning passion

And how can the tormented find patience?

How can the lover have patience?