يا مَن تغصُّ جفونُهُ بدموعهِ

يا مَن تغصُّ جفونُهُ بدموعهِ

شوقاً إلى فردِ الجمالِ بَديعِهِ

شوقاً إلى فردِ الجمالِ بَديعِهِ

O you whose eyelids are choked with your tears,

O you whose eyelids are swollen with tears

longing for beauty’s peerless one, its marvel.

Yearning for the unique beauty

أين المنامُ ولن ينامَ متيمٌ

أين المنامُ ولن ينامَ متيمٌ

وتوقدُ الزفراتِ بينَ ضلوعِهِ

وتوقدُ الزفراتِ بينَ ضلوعِهِ

Where is sleep? One enslaved by love will never sleep,

Where is sleep when the lovesick

while sighs blaze between his ribs.

Keeps sighing flames within his ribs?

هَجَعَ الحبيبُ هناهُ طعمُ رُقادِهِ

هَجَعَ الحبيبُ هناهُ طعمُ رُقادِهِ

أبدا وقرَّت عينُهُ بِهُجوعِهِ

أبدا وقرَّت عينُهُ بِهُجوعِهِ

The beloved has slept; may the taste of his slumber delight him

The beloved has slept here, never knowing

forever, and may his eye find comfort in his sleep.

The taste of slumber, eyes wide with pining

فلقد تمكن من محبٍّ لم ينَل

فلقد تمكن من محبٍّ لم ينَل

إلا ملالتَهُ وسوءَ صنيعِهِ

إلا ملالتَهُ وسوءَ صنيعِهِ

For he has gained mastery over a lover who has received nothing

So he has gained a lover who got nothing

but his boredom and his ill treatment.

But grief and cruel treatment for his love