حَنَنتَ إِلى رَيّا وَنَفسُكَ باعَدَت

حَنَنتَ إِلى رَيّا وَنَفسُكَ باعَدَت

مَزارَكَ مِن رَيّا وَشِعبا كَما مَعا

مَزارَكَ مِن رَيّا وَشِعبا كَما مَعا

You longed for Rayya, though you yourself had distanced

You yearned for Rayy, but your soul distanced

your meeting-place from Rayya, while your two valleys lay together.

Your dwelling from Rayy and its people alike

فَما حَسَنٌ أَن تَأتِيَ الأَمرَ طائِعاً

فَما حَسَنٌ أَن تَأتِيَ الأَمرَ طائِعاً

وَتَجزَعَ أَن داعي الصَبابَةِ أَسمَعا

وَتَجزَعَ أَن داعي الصَبابَةِ أَسمَعا

For it is not fitting to undertake a thing willingly

So it's not good that you obey readily

and then become distraught when longing's caller makes himself heard.

And are disturbed that the youthful caller heard you

بَكَت عَينِيَ اليُمنى فَلَمّا زَجَرتُها

بَكَت عَينِيَ اليُمنى فَلَمّا زَجَرتُها

عَنِ الجَهلِ بَعدَ الحِلمِ أَسبَلَتا مَعا

عَنِ الجَهلِ بَعدَ الحِلمِ أَسبَلَتا مَعا

My right eye wept; but when I rebuked it

My right eye wept, but when I chided it

for folly after self-restraint, both shed tears together.

For ignorance after wisdom, both streamed together

وَأَذكُرُ أَيّامَ الحِمى ثُمَّ أَنثَني

وَأَذكُرُ أَيّامَ الحِمى ثُمَّ أَنثَني

عَلى كَبِدي مِن خَشيَةٍ أَن تَصَدَّعا

عَلى كَبِدي مِن خَشيَةٍ أَن تَصَدَّعا

And I remember the days of the protected pasture, then bend

And I recall the days of love, and then bend

over my liver, afraid that it might split apart.

My liver in fear that it will split in two

فَلَيسَت عَشِيّاتُ الحِمى بِرَواجِعٍ

فَلَيسَت عَشِيّاتُ الحِمى بِرَواجِعٍ

عَلَيكَ وَلَكِن خَلِّ عَينَيكَ تَدمَعا

عَلَيكَ وَلَكِن خَلِّ عَينَيكَ تَدمَعا

For the evenings in the protected pasture will not return

The evenings of love are not to return

to you; but let your two eyes weep.

To you, but leave your eyes flowing with tears