أمِن بَشِيرٍ إلَى مُضنَاكَ بِالفَرَجِ

أمِن بَشِيرٍ إلَى مُضنَاكَ بِالفَرَجِ

يَا مَن تَبَسَّمَ عِن دُرِّ وعن فَلَجِ

يَا مَن تَبَسَّمَ عِن دُرِّ وعن فَلَجِ

Is there a bearer of glad tidings of relief for the one you have worn down?

A harbinger of good news for your distressed, of relief,

O you who smiled, revealing pearls and gaps between your teeth!

O you who smiled from a pearl and from a stream,

حَسبي نُجُومُ الدُّجى بالسُّهدِ تَشهدُ لي

حَسبي نُجُومُ الدُّجى بالسُّهدِ تَشهدُ لي

إن لَم تَزُر وَبَهِيمُ اللَّيلِ بِالرَّبح

إن لَم تَزُر وَبَهِيمُ اللَّيلِ بِالرَّبح

Enough for me that the stars of darkness bear witness to my sleeplessness,

My witnesses are the stars of nightfall testifying for me,

If you do not visit—and the pitch-black night testifies to gain [wording unclear].

If you do not visit while the night beasts profit,

السَّيفُ والسَّهمُ والميزانُ مِنكَ غَدَت

السَّيفُ والسَّهمُ والميزانُ مِنكَ غَدَت

فِي مُهجَتِي والجفون والحًَشَا الخُرُجِ

فِي مُهجَتِي والجفون والحًَشَا الخُرُجِ

Your sword, arrow, and scales have come to be

The sword, the arrow and the scale came from you

In my heart's blood, my eyelids, and my entrails [final word unclear].

Into my temples, my eyelids and my protruding ribs,

دَاءُ الهَوَى بِفُؤَادِي لاَ دَوَاءَ لَهُ

دَاءُ الهَوَى بِفُؤَادِي لاَ دَوَاءَ لَهُ

إلاَّ شِفَاهُ اللَّمَا مِن ثَغرِكَ البَهِجِ

إلاَّ شِفَاهُ اللَّمَا مِن ثَغرِكَ البَهِجِ

The sickness of love in my heart has no remedy,

The illness of passion in my heart has no cure

Except the dusky lips of your radiant mouth.

Except the lips of union from your radiant mouth,

بِاللهِ سَل ثَغرَكَ الدُّرّيَّ عَن ظَمَئِي

بِاللهِ سَل ثَغرَكَ الدُّرّيَّ عَن ظَمَئِي

وَرِيقَكَ البَارِدَ المَعسُولَ عَن وَهَجِي

وَرِيقَكَ البَارِدَ المَعسُولَ عَن وَهَجِي

By God, ask your pearly mouth about my thirst,

For God's sake, ask your pearly mouth about my thirst

And your cool, honey-sweet saliva about my burning heat.

And your cool sweet saliva about my ardor,

مَالِي بِرُوحِي التي في الحبّ مذ تَلِفَت

مَالِي بِرُوحِي التي في الحبّ مذ تَلِفَت

إن لَم تَكُن أنتَ للشَّكوَى بِمُنعَرِجِ

إن لَم تَكُن أنتَ للشَّكوَى بِمُنعَرِجِ

What use is my soul to me, since it perished in love,

What can I do with my soul that perished in love

If you yourself will not turn toward my complaint?

If you are not there for my lament and refuge,

قطعت لَيلِي بسيفِ السُّهدِ حتَّى غَدَا

قطعت لَيلِي بسيفِ السُّهدِ حتَّى غَدَا

مِن لَحظِ غَنجِك عَبداً سارِقاً دَعج

مِن لَحظِ غَنجِك عَبداً سارِقاً دَعج

I cleaved my night with the sword of sleeplessness, until it became

I spent my night cutting it with the sword of Suhad till it became

A slave stealing the darkness of eyes from your coquettish glance.

From a glance of your coyness, a fleeting pilfering slave,

طَالَ وَاللَّيل إذ هَجرت

طَالَ وَاللَّيل إذ هَجرت

حَتَّى ظَنَنتُ بِأنَّ الصُّبحَ لَيس يَجِي

حَتَّى ظَنَنتُ بِأنَّ الصُّبحَ لَيس يَجِي

And the night grew long when you forsook me,

Long has the night been as you deserted

Until I thought that dawn would not come.

That I imagined dawn does not come