ونبه شَوقي بَعدَما كُنت نائِما

ونبه شَوقي بَعدَما كُنت نائِما

هتوف الضُحى مَشغوفَة بِالتَرنم

هتوف الضُحى مَشغوفَة بِالتَرنم

And my longing was awakened, after I had been asleep,

And Shauqi was awoken after I had been asleep

by a bird calling at midmorning, enamored of song.

By the warbling of the dawn, yearning and humming

محلاة طوق كانَ من غَير شرية

محلاة طوق كانَ من غَير شرية

بِمال وَلَم تُغرَم لَهُ جعل دِرهم

بِمال وَلَم تُغرَم لَهُ جعل دِرهم

Adorned with a neck-ring that had not been purchased

An innocent necklace that came without evil

with money, nor had she been charged a dirham's fee for it.

For money and was not mortgaged for a few dirhams

اِموتُ لِمَبكاها اسى ان لَوعَتي

اِموتُ لِمَبكاها اسى ان لَوعَتي

وَوجدي بِسُعدى شَجوه غير منجم

وَوجدي بِسُعدى شَجوه غير منجم

I die of grief at her weeping; indeed, my anguish

I die from her weeping, miserable that my agony

and my yearning for Su'da are sorrow that never abates.

And ecstasy found in my joy pitiful lyrics

بَكت شجوها تحتَ الدجى فَتَساجَمت

بَكت شجوها تحتَ الدجى فَتَساجَمت

اِلَيها غُروب الدَمع في كُل مسجم

اِلَيها غُروب الدَمع في كُل مسجم

She wept her sorrow beneath the darkness, and there flowed

She wept her agony under the darkness so the

toward her torrents of tears through every tear-channel.

Trickling tears converged onto her every temple

فَلَو قَبلَ مَبكاها بَكيت صَبابَة

فَلَو قَبلَ مَبكاها بَكيت صَبابَة

بِسُعدى شَفيت النَفسَ قَبل التَندم

بِسُعدى شَفيت النَفسَ قَبل التَندم

So, had I wept with longing before her weeping,

Had I met her weeping I would’ve cried youthfully

for Su'da, I would have healed my soul before regret.

In my joy healed my soul before regret

وَلكِن بَكت قَبلي فَهيجَ لي البكا

وَلكِن بَكت قَبلي فَهيجَ لي البكا

بَكاها فَقُلت الفَضل لِلمتندم

بَكاها فَقُلت الفَضل لِلمتندم

But she wept before me, and my weeping was roused

But she cried before me so her weeping roused

by her weeping; so I said, 'The merit belongs to the remorseful.'

My weeping, so I said virtue is for the regretful