أَغيبُ فَيُفني الشَوقُ نَفسي فَأَلتَقي

أَغيبُ فَيُفني الشَوقُ نَفسي فَأَلتَقي

فَلا أَشتَفي فَالشَوقُ غَيباً وَمَحضَرا

فَلا أَشتَفي فَالشَوقُ غَيباً وَمَحضَرا

I am absent; longing consumes my soul, and then I meet him.

When he is absent, longing destroys my soul, so we meet,

Yet I find no healing, for longing persists in absence and in presence.

Yet I find no relief, for in presence or absence, longing remains.

وَيُحدِثُ لي لُقياهُ ما لَم أَظُنُّهُ

وَيُحدِثُ لي لُقياهُ ما لَم أَظُنُّهُ

فَكانَ الشِفا داءً مِنَ الوَجدِ آخَرا

فَكانَ الشِفا داءً مِنَ الوَجدِ آخَرا

And meeting him brings me what I had not imagined.

Our meeting stirs in me what I'd never imagined-

So the cure became another sickness born of passion.

The cure became a malady of passion anew,

لِأَنّي أَرى شَخصاً يَزيدُ جَمالُهُ

لِأَنّي أَرى شَخصاً يَزيدُ جَمالُهُ

إِذا ما اِلتَقَينا نَفرَةً وَتَكَبُّرا

إِذا ما اِلتَقَينا نَفرَةً وَتَكَبُّرا

For I see someone whose beauty increases

For I see one whose beauty grows-

Aversion and pride whenever we meet.

If we chance to meet, disdainful and aloof.

فَلا بُدَّ مِن وَجدٍ يَكونُ مُقارِناً

فَلا بُدَّ مِن وَجدٍ يَكونُ مُقارِناً

لِما زادَ مِن حُسنٍ نِظاماً مُحَرَّرا

لِما زادَ مِن حُسنٍ نِظاماً مُحَرَّرا

So passion must accompany

This new grace adds to his charm,

Each increase in beauty, in a finely wrought order.

So longing must attend what beauty he displays.