عَلَى قَدْرِ مَا يَلْتَاحُ مِنْ ذَلِكَ الْحُسْنِ

عَلَى قَدْرِ مَا يَلْتَاحُ مِنْ ذَلِكَ الْحُسْنِ

أُكَابِدُ مِنْ شَوْقٍ إِلَيْهِ وَمِنْ حُزْنِ

أُكَابِدُ مِنْ شَوْقٍ إِلَيْهِ وَمِنْ حُزْنِ

In proportion to what shines forth of that beauty,

In proportion to what is attained of that beauty

I endure longing for it and sorrow.

I suffer from yearning for it and from sorrow

لَطَائِفُهُ أَبْقَتْ عَلَيَّ فَكُلَّمَا

لَطَائِفُهُ أَبْقَتْ عَلَيَّ فَكُلَّمَا

تَعَدَّيْتُ طَوْرِي فِيهِ غَيّبَنِي عَنِّي

تَعَدَّيْتُ طَوْرِي فِيهِ غَيّبَنِي عَنِّي

Its subtle graces have spared me; so whenever

Its charms have remained with me so whenever

I overstep my bounds in it, it makes me lose myself.

I exceed my proper bounds therein it makes me forget myself

حَنَانَيْكَ تَكْفِي مُهْجَتِي مِنْكَ نَظْرَةٌ

حَنَانَيْكَ تَكْفِي مُهْجَتِي مِنْكَ نَظْرَةٌ

وَيَا فَوْزَ قِدْحِي إِنْ رَضِيتَ بِهَا مِنِّي

وَيَا فَوْزَ قِدْحِي إِنْ رَضِيتَ بِهَا مِنِّي

Mercy, mercy! One glance from you suffices for my soul;

Your affection suffices my innermost being a glance from you

And what a triumph for my lot-drawing arrow, if you accept one from me!

And oh my triumph if you are pleased with it from me