لَماهُ لظَى الأَحشاءِ لا شَكَّ مُطفِئ

لَماهُ لظَى الأَحشاءِ لا شَكَّ مُطفِئ

وَإِنّ حَياتي وَصلهُ وَاِقتِرابُهُ

وَإِنّ حَياتي وَصلهُ وَاِقتِرابُهُ

The dusky hue of his lips doubtless quenches the blaze within me.

When his fervor inflamed my inmost being, no doubt

And indeed, my life is union with him and his nearness.

Quenching it would be my life’s destiny and his approach,

وَلَو أَنّ ماءَ الأَرضِ فاضَ جَميعهُ

وَلَو أَنّ ماءَ الأَرضِ فاضَ جَميعهُ

عَلى جَمرِ قَلبي زادَ فيهِ اِلتِهابُهُ

عَلى جَمرِ قَلبي زادَ فيهِ اِلتِهابُهُ

And even if all the earth's water were to overflow

And were the waters of the earth to overflow

Upon my heart's embers, their burning would grow fiercer.

On the embers of my heart, they would but increase its inflammation,

وَلَيسَ بِطولِ الدّهرِ ما دمت عائِشاً

وَلَيسَ بِطولِ الدّهرِ ما دمت عائِشاً

لَهُ مُطفِئ يطفيهِ إِلّا رضابُهُ

لَهُ مُطفِئ يطفيهِ إِلّا رضابُهُ

And never, through all time, as long as I live,

Nor in the whole of time, while I have breath

Will anything quench it except his saliva.

Can anything avail to quench that fire but his good pleasure.