جَنِّنـيني واسـتريـحي

جَنِّنـيني واسـتريـحي

إنمـا بالسِّرِّ بـوحي

إنمـا بالسِّرِّ بـوحي

Drive me mad, and rest easy.

Torment me and find relief

Drive me mad, then take your rest,

Confide only in secret.

I only confess in secret

But only in secret reveal it.

حبـنا وهْـمٌ غَـيومٌ

حبـنا وهْـمٌ غَـيومٌ

لم يمـلْ نحـو الوضوحِ

لم يمـلْ نحـو الوضوحِ

Our love is a cloudy illusion

Our love is an illusion of clouds

Our love is an illusion, mere clouds,

That has not inclined toward clarity.

That never inclines toward clarity

That never leaned toward clarity.

عاتبي أحـوال وجْـد ٍ

عاتبي أحـوال وجْـد ٍ

شـاحبٍ واهٍ كـسيحِ

شـاحبٍ واهٍ كـسيحِ

Reproach the plight of a longing

Reproach the state of a wan, languid lover

Reproach these states of passion,

Pale, frail, crippled.

These are the phantoms of an illness

Pale, feeble, and crippled.

هذه أشبـاحُ سُقْـمٍ

هذه أشبـاحُ سُقْـمٍ

داهِمٍ، ابـكي ونـوحي

داهِمٍ، ابـكي ونـوحي

These are specters of a sickness

That plagues, I weep and wail

These are the phantoms of an illness,

Looming—weep and wail.

Give me a choice between death

Sudden and looming; weep and wail.

خَيِّرينـي، بـين مـوتٍ

خَيِّرينـي، بـين مـوتٍ

أو حيـاةٍ ثم سيحي

أو حيـاةٍ ثم سيحي

Give me the choice between death

Or life, then revive me

Give me a choice, between a death

Or life; then wander.

And remember me, each day

Or a life, and then roam free.

واذكرينـي، كل يومٍ

واذكرينـي، كل يومٍ

واسمـعي نبضَ الجريحِ

واسمـعي نبضَ الجريحِ

And remember me every day,

And hear the pulse of the wounded one

And remember me, every single day,

And listen to the wounded one's pulse.

My eyes, my imagination

And listen to the pulse of the wounded.

ياعيـوني، ياخـيالي

ياعيـوني، ياخـيالي

احـذري كَبْتَ الطَّموحِ

احـذري كَبْتَ الطَّموحِ

O my eyes, O my imagination,

Beware suppressing ambition

O my eyes, O my imagination,

Beware of stifling ambition.

You are an angel in my eyes

Beware of stifling ambition.

أنتِ في عيني مـلاكٌ

أنتِ في عيني مـلاكٌ

أنتِ روحـي لا تروحي

أنتِ روحـي لا تروحي

You are an angel in my eyes.

You are my soul, do not go

You are an angel in my eyes,

You are my soul; do not go.

Oh angel of love, cure

You are my soul, so do not depart.

يامـلاك الحب داوي

يامـلاك الحب داوي

داء مخبـولٍ صَـفوحِ

داء مخبـولٍ صَـفوحِ

O angel of love, heal

The illness of a delirious one

O angel of love, bring healing to

The ailment of a forgiving madman.

So pity my weakness and condition

The illness of a forgiving madman.

فارحمي ضعفي وظرفي

فارحمي ضعفي وظرفي

واسألي دمـعي السموحِ

واسألي دمـعي السموحِ

So have mercy on my weakness and my circumstances,

And ask my tear's forgiveness

Have mercy on my weakness and my plight,

And ask my forgiving tears.

Reprimand me, shun me

And ask my generous, pouring tears.

خاصميني، قاطعيني

خاصميني، قاطعيني

حَسْبُ ،شنـقي لا تبيحي

حَسْبُ ،شنـقي لا تبيحي

Quarrel with me; cut me off.

Enough, hang me, do not permit it

Quarrel with me, sever ties with me,

Enough—do not permit my hanging.

You are a flower, you are a rose

Enough—but do not sanction my hanging.

أنتِ فُـلٌّ، انتِ وردٌ

أنتِ فُـلٌّ، انتِ وردٌ

زهرتي ، بالعفو فـوحي

زهرتي ، بالعفو فـوحي

You are Arabian jasmine; you are roses.

My blossom, with pardon, bloom

You are jasmine, you are a rose,

My flower, be fragrant with forgiveness.

Standing, counting my wounds

My blossom, exhale the scent of pardon.

ها أنا عبـدٌ صبورٌ

ها أنا عبـدٌ صبورٌ

واقـفٌ أحصي جروحي

واقـفٌ أحصي جروحي

Here I am, a patient slave,

What closeness, what union

Here I am, a patient servant,

Standing, I count my wounds.

Is up to the merciful command

Standing, counting up my wounds.

أيُّ قربٍ، أيُّ وَصْـلٍ

أيُّ قربٍ، أيُّ وَصْـلٍ

فهْـوَ بالأمر المريـحِ

فهْـوَ بالأمر المريـحِ

Any nearness, any union—

My ship is a fortress, come up

Any closeness, any union,

It is a comforting thing.

And accept the betrayal of departure

Is indeed a comforting matter.

مركبي حِصْنٌ تعـاليْ

مركبي حِصْنٌ تعـاليْ

فاقبلي غدر الجـنوحِ!

فاقبلي غدر الجـنوحِ!

My boat is a fortress; come.

If you see an opening soon

My vessel is a fortress, come,

So accept the treachery of running aground!

Go, do not strike my head

And accept the treachery of straying!

إنْ تريْ فتحاً قريبـاً

إنْ تريْ فتحاً قريبـاً

رَيْ ، برأسي لا تطيحي

رَيْ ، برأسي لا تطيحي

If you see a victory close at hand,

And act wisely at times

If you see a victory drawing near,

Look—do not send my head tumbling.

And leave the rule of madness

Consider! Do not sever my head.

واعملي بالرأي حيناً

واعملي بالرأي حيناً

واتركي حكم الجُموحِ

واتركي حكم الجُموحِ

And act on reason for a while,

And act upon reason for a while,

And abandon the rule of recklessness.

And abandon the rule of wild caprice.