يا مَن يُذَكِّرُني بِعَهدِ أَحِبَّتي

يا مَن يُذَكِّرُني بِعَهدِ أَحِبَّتي

طابَ الحَديثُ بِذِكرِهِم وَيَطيبُ

طابَ الحَديثُ بِذِكرِهِم وَيَطيبُ

O you who remind me of my days with my loved ones,

O you who remind me of the covenant of my loved ones

Talk was sweet at their mention, and remains sweet.

The talk was good with the mention of them and it is good

أَعِدِ الحَديثَ عَليَّ مِن جَنَباتِهِ

أَعِدِ الحَديثَ عَليَّ مِن جَنَباتِهِ

إِنَّ الحَديثَ عَنِ الحَبيبِ حَبيبُ

إِنَّ الحَديثَ عَنِ الحَبيبِ حَبيبُ

Repeat the talk to me, in all its aspects;

Repeat the talk to me from its sides

For talk of the beloved is itself beloved.

Indeed, talking about the beloved is beloved

مَلأَ الضُلوعَ وَفاضَ عَن أَحنائِها

مَلأَ الضُلوعَ وَفاضَ عَن أَحنائِها

قَلبٌ إِذا ذُكِرَ الحَبيبُ يَذوبُ

قَلبٌ إِذا ذُكِرَ الحَبيبُ يَذوبُ

It filled the ribs and overflowed beyond their curves—

It filled the ribs and overflowed from its folds

A heart that melts whenever the beloved is mentioned.

A heart, when the beloved is mentioned, melts

ما زالَ يَضرِبُ خافِقاً بِجَناحِهِ

ما زالَ يَضرِبُ خافِقاً بِجَناحِهِ

يا لَيتَ شِعري هَل تَطير قُلوبُ

يا لَيتَ شِعري هَل تَطير قُلوبُ

It still beats, fluttering its wing.

It still flaps its wings

Oh, would that I knew: do hearts fly?

I wish I knew if hearts could fly