والله ما اتصلت نفسي بحسرتها

والله ما اتصلت نفسي بحسرتها

حتى رمت مقلتي عيني بنظرتها

حتى رمت مقلتي عيني بنظرتها

By God, my soul was not bound to its sorrow

I had barely connected my soul to her longing

Until my pupil struck my eye with its glance.

When my eyelids cast their gaze upon her

لم يثنها حذرٌ عن لحظِ ذي غنجٍ

لم يثنها حذرٌ عن لحظِ ذي غنجٍ

به أدام هواها فيضَ عبرتِها

به أدام هواها فيضَ عبرتِها

No caution deterred it from gazing at one endowed with coquetry;

Caution did not prevent her from a tender glance

Through him, its passion sustained the flow of its tears.

Through which she perpetuated her passion and tears' outpouring

يا من هو الحسن إلا أنه بدعٌ

يا من هو الحسن إلا أنه بدعٌ

صبا ببهجتها يزهو بنضرتها

صبا ببهجتها يزهو بنضرتها

O you who are beauty itself, yet made of marvels,

O you who are beauty incarnate

Smitten with their splendor, glorying in their bloom.

Dawn with its splendor and bloom with its freshness

إني وما كلفت نفس المحب به

إني وما كلفت نفس المحب به

أخشى على كبدي من طول زفرتها

أخشى على كبدي من طول زفرتها

Indeed I—by what a lover’s soul adores—

Indeed, I - though I have not burdened the lover's soul -

Fear for my liver from its prolonged sighing.

Fear for my innermost being from her long sighs