الحبُّlove، ماwhat زَرَعَsowed الفُؤادُthe heart وَماand what جَنَىreaped
الحبُّ، ما زَرَعَ الفُؤادُ وَما جَنَى
هُوَit is أرضُناour land... لكنّـهُbut it is المنْفَىexile لَناfor us
هُوَ أرضُنا... لكنّـهُ المنْفَى لَنا
Love is what the heart has sown and what it has reaped.
It is our land... yet it is our exile.
هُوَit is فكرةُthe idea of العِنَبِgrapes المعتَّقِaged طعْمهُits flavor
هُوَ فكرةُ العِنَبِ المعتَّقِ طعْمهُ
هُوَit is لهْفُناour longing، أَلِفَgrew accustomed to المذاقَthe taste فأدْمَناand so became addicted
هُوَ لهْفُنا، أَلِفَ المذاقَ فأدْمَنا
It is the idea of grapes whose flavor has aged.
It is our longing, which grew used to the taste and so became addicted.
مِنfrom سِحْرهِits magic، أعْمىblind ويُبْصِرُand it sees إنْif مَشَىit walks
مِن سِحْرهِ، أعْمى ويُبْصِرُ إنْ مَشَى
وعَصَاهُand its staff هَدْيٌguidance، إنْif عَصَاهُit disobeys it أضلَّناit leads us astray
وعَصَاهُ هَدْيٌ، إنْ عَصَاهُ أضلَّنا
Such is its magic: blind, yet it sees when it walks.
Its staff is guidance; if it defies that staff, it leads us astray.
حتّىuntil إذاwhen تَعِبَgrew weary الطريقُthe road بحِمْلهِwith its burden
حتّى إذا تَعِبَ الطريقُ بحِمْلهِ
ألقىoffered السّلامَa greeting بنظرةٍwith a glance وأقلّناand carried us
ألقى السّلامَ بنظرةٍ وأقلّنا
Until, when the road grew weary beneath its burden,
It offered a greeting with a glance and carried us.
نَرْضَىwe are content بِأَنْصافِwith halves of الحُلولِsolutions وَنَدَّعِيْand we claim
نَرْضَى بِأَنْصافِ الحُلولِ وَنَدَّعِيْ
أَنَّthat الهَوَىpassion نِصْفٌa half يُتِمِّمُcompletes نِصْفَناour half
أَنَّ الهَوَى نِصْفٌ يُتِمِّمُ نِصْفَنا
We settle for half-solutions and claim
That passion is a half that completes our half.
مِنfrom أينَwhere يأتيit comes والقلوبُwhile the hearts نَوافذٌwindows؟
مِن أينَ يأتي والقلوبُ نَوافذٌ؟
منfrom أينwhere هذاthis السّحرُmagic يَسْريflows؟ قُلْsay لَناto us
من أين هذا السّحرُ يَسْري؟ قُلْ لَنا
Where does it come from, while hearts are windows?
Where does this magic flow from? Tell us.