أُحِبُّكِ أَصنافاً مِنَ الحُبِّ لَم أَجِد

أُحِبُّكِ أَصنافاً مِنَ الحُبِّ لَم أَجِد

لَها مَثَلاً في سائِرِ الناسِ يوصَفُ

لَها مَثَلاً في سائِرِ الناسِ يوصَفُ

I love you with kinds of love—I have never found

I love you in ways of love I have not found

a likeness to them described among the rest of humankind.

Any parallel among people to describe

فَمِنهُنَّ حُبٌّ لِلحَبيبِ وَرَحمَةٌ

فَمِنهُنَّ حُبٌّ لِلحَبيبِ وَرَحمَةٌ

بِمَعرِفَتي مِنهُ بِما يَتَكَلَّفُ

بِمَعرِفَتي مِنهُ بِما يَتَكَلَّفُ

For among them are love for the beloved and compassion,

Some are love for the beloved and mercy

because I know what burdens he takes upon himself.

In knowing the burden he undertakes

وَمِنهُنَّ أَلّا يَعرِضَ الدَهرُ ذُكرَها

وَمِنهُنَّ أَلّا يَعرِضَ الدَهرُ ذُكرَها

عَلى القَلبِ إِلّا كادَتِ النَفسُ تَتلَفُ

عَلى القَلبِ إِلّا كادَتِ النَفسُ تَتلَفُ

And among them is this: time never brings her memory

Some are that the days never evoke her

to my heart without my soul nearly perishing.

Unless my soul is nearly torn apart

وَحُبٌّ بَدا بِالجِسمِ وَاللَونِ ظاهِرٌ

وَحُبٌّ بَدا بِالجِسمِ وَاللَونِ ظاهِرٌ

وَحُبٌّ لَدى نَفسي مِنَ الرَوحِ أَلطَفُ

وَحُبٌّ لَدى نَفسي مِنَ الرَوحِ أَلطَفُ

And a love that has appeared, visible in body and complexion;

Some appeared in body and looks apparent

and a love within my soul, subtler than the breeze.

Some in my soul gentler than spirit

وَحُبٌّ هُوَ الداءُ العَياءُ بِعَينِهِ

وَحُبٌّ هُوَ الداءُ العَياءُ بِعَينِهِ

لَهُ ذِكَرٌ تَعدو عَلَيَّ فَأَدنَفُ

لَهُ ذِكَرٌ تَعدو عَلَيَّ فَأَدنَفُ

And a love that is the incurable malady itself;

Some are the blindness, the illness itself

memories of it assail me, so I fall gravely ill.

Whose memory comes over me and I recoil

فَلا أَنا مِنهُ مُستَريحٌ فَمَيِّتٌ

فَلا أَنا مِنهُ مُستَريحٌ فَمَيِّتٌ

وَلا هُوا عَلى ما قَد حَيَيتُ مُخَفَّفُ

وَلا هُوا عَلى ما قَد حَيَيتُ مُخَفَّفُ

So neither am I dead and at rest from it,

So I find no rest, as though dead

nor is it lightened for as long as I live.

Nor is it lessened while I live