مُقْلَةٌ بِالدَّمْعِ مُنْبَجِسَهْ

مُقْلَةٌ بِالدَّمْعِ مُنْبَجِسَهْ

وَحَشًى بِالوَجْدِ مُلْتَبِسَهْ

وَحَشًى بِالوَجْدِ مُلْتَبِسَهْ

An eye gushing with tears,

A heart overflowing with tears,

And a breast entangled in longing,

And passion mixed with sadness.

وَفُؤَادٌ شَفَّهُ قَمَرٌ

وَفُؤَادٌ شَفَّهُ قَمَرٌ

يَتْرُكُ الأَلْبَابَ مُخْتَلِسَهْ

يَتْرُكُ الأَلْبَابَ مُخْتَلِسَهْ

And a heart worn thin by a moon

A moon-like heart enchanted,

Who leaves minds stolen away.

Stealing minds with its brightness.

دُوْنَهُ مَوْلًى يُحَجِّبُهُ

دُوْنَهُ مَوْلًى يُحَجِّبُهُ

مُلْزِمٌ أَبْوَابَهُ حَرَسَهْ

مُلْزِمٌ أَبْوَابَهُ حَرَسَهْ

Before him stands a master who keeps him secluded,

Protecting it is its devotee,

Keeping his guards posted at his doors,

Guarding its doors without cease,

حَذَراً مِنْهُ عَلَى رَشَأٍ

حَذَراً مِنْهُ عَلَى رَشَأٍ

صَادَ قَلْبَ اللَّيْثِ فَافْتَرَسَهْ

صَادَ قَلْبَ اللَّيْثِ فَافْتَرَسَهْ

Out of his fear for a young gazelle

Wary of it, though very gentle,

That caught the lion's heart and devoured it.

It captured the fierce lion's peace.

وَدَّ مِنْ إٍفْرَاطِ غَيْرَتِهِ

وَدَّ مِنْ إٍفْرَاطِ غَيْرَتِهِ

لَوْ تَكُونُ الرِّيْحُ مُحْتَبِسَهْ

لَوْ تَكُونُ الرِّيْحُ مُحْتَبِسَهْ

He wished, in his excessive jealousy,

Zealously its secrets keeping,

That the wind might be held captive,

As if winds themselves had ceased.

خَائِفَاً مِنْ أَنْ تَجرَّ إِلَى

خَائِفَاً مِنْ أَنْ تَجرَّ إِلَى

نَفْسِي فِي سَيْرِهَا نَفَسَهْ

نَفْسِي فِي سَيْرِهَا نَفَسَهْ

Fearing that it might carry to

Fearing it would bare my soul,

My soul, as it passes, his breath.

If I but whispered its name.