وَبَدرُ دُجىً يَمشي بِهِ غُصُنٌ رَطبُ

وَبَدرُ دُجىً يَمشي بِهِ غُصُنٌ رَطبُ

دَنا نَورُهُ لَكِن تَناولُهُ صَعبُ

دَنا نَورُهُ لَكِن تَناولُهُ صَعبُ

And a full moon in the darkness, borne along by a supple bough;

A full moon moves through the dark on a wet branch

His blossom is near, but reaching it is hard.

Its light comes close but remains out of reach

إِذا ما بَدا أَغرى بِهِ كُلَّ ناظِرٍ

إِذا ما بَدا أَغرى بِهِ كُلَّ ناظِرٍ

كَأَنَّ قُلوبَ الناسِ في حُبِّهِ قَلبُ

كَأَنَّ قُلوبَ الناسِ في حُبِّهِ قَلبُ

Whenever he appears, he draws every beholder to him,

When it appears it dazzles every onlooker

As though people's hearts, in loving him, were a single heart.

As if it holds sway over all hearts