فَماso never سِرتُI traveled مِنany مَيلٍmile وَلاnor سِرتُI traveled لَيلَةًa night
فَما سِرتُ مِن مَيلٍ وَلا سِرتُ لَيلَةً
مِنَof الدَهرِtime إِلّاexcept that اِعتادَنيrevisited me مِنكِfrom you طائِفُa passing vision
مِنَ الدَهرِ إِلّا اِعتادَني مِنكِ طائِفُ
So never have I traveled a mile, nor journeyed a night
I have never journeyed at night or by day
in all my days, without a vision of you revisiting me.
In all my life but thoughts of you are my way.
وَلاand no مَرَّpassed يَومٌa day مُذsince تَرامَتstretched far بِكِwith you النَوىseparation
وَلا مَرَّ يَومٌ مُذ تَرامَت بِكِ النَوى
وَلاnor لَيلَةٌa night إِلّاexcept that هَوىًlonging مِنكِfrom you رادِفُfollowing in succession
وَلا لَيلَةٌ إِلّا هَوىً مِنكِ رادِفُ
And no day has passed since separation carried you far away,
Since we exchanged our love and troth
nor a night, without longing for you following anew.
My heart has not known a night without your breath.
أَهُمُّI intend سُلُوّاًforgetting عَنكِof you ثُمَّthen تَرُدَّنيdraws me back
أَهُمُّ سُلُوّاً عَنكِ ثُمَّ تَرُدَّني
إِلَيكِto you وَتَثنينيand turns me back عَلَيكِtoward you العَواطِفُaffections
إِلَيكِ وَتَثنيني عَلَيكِ العَواطِفُ
I intend to forget you, then I am drawn back
I try to forget yet you draw me back,
to you, and my affections turn me toward you.
With memories tender, impassioned, dear.
فَلاso do not تَحسَبَنَّever suppose النَأيَdistance أَسلىcaused to forget مَوَدَّتيmy affection
فَلا تَحسَبَنَّ النَأيَ أَسلى مَوَدَّتي
وَلاnor أَنَّthat عَينيmy eye رَدَّهاturned it away عَنكِfrom you عاطِفُa diverting influence
وَلا أَنَّ عَيني رَدَّها عَنكِ عاطِفُ
So never think that distance has made my love fade,
Do not think time apart has quelled my love,
nor that any attraction has turned my eye away from you.
Or loosened the bonds my spirit wove.
وَكَمand how many مِنof بَديلٍa substitute قَدindeed وَجَدتُI found وَطُرفَةٍand a novelty
وَكَم مِن بَديلٍ قَد وَجَدتُ وَطُرفَةٍ
فَتَأبىyet refuses عَلَيَّto me النَفسُthe soul تِلكَthose الطَرائِفُnovelties
فَتَأبى عَلَيَّ النَفسُ تِلكَ الطَرائِفُ
And many a substitute have I found, and many a new delight,
Though I’ve seen beauties rare, lovers true,
yet my soul denies me those new delights.
My soul rejects them, only wanting you.