لَو أَمكَنَني عَلى الحِمى مُنعَرِجُ

لَو أَمكَنَني عَلى الحِمى مُنعَرِجُ

لَم يَبقَ لِقَلبيَ المعنّى حَرَجُ

لَم يَبقَ لِقَلبيَ المعنّى حَرَجُ

If a turning toward the sanctuary were open to me,

If I could ascend the highlands

No distress would remain in my tormented heart.

My heart would have no more confusion

سُقياً لِمَعالِمٍ ما اِشتَبهت

سُقياً لِمَعالِمٍ ما اِشتَبهت

ما دَلَّ عَلى الحَبيب إِلّا الأَرَجُ

ما دَلَّ عَلى الحَبيب إِلّا الأَرَجُ

May rain bless landmarks that have not grown obscure;

Quenching the landmarks that were ambiguous

Nothing pointed to the beloved but the fragrance.

Nothing indicated my beloved except the sand dunes