أَلا يا طَبيبَ النَفسِ أَنتَ طَبيبُها

أَلا يا طَبيبَ النَفسِ أَنتَ طَبيبُها

فَرِفقاً بِنَفسٍ قَد جَفاها حَبيبُها

فَرِفقاً بِنَفسٍ قَد جَفاها حَبيبُها

Ah, healer of the soul, you are its healer.

O healer of the soul, you are its physician

So be gentle with a soul whose beloved has forsaken it.

So be gentle with a soul abandoned by her beloved

دَعَتني دَواعي حُبِّ لَيلى وَدونَها

دَعَتني دَواعي حُبِّ لَيلى وَدونَها

دَرى قُربَ جِسمي الخَوفُ مِنها قُلوبُها

دَرى قُربَ جِسمي الخَوفُ مِنها قُلوبُها

The calls of love for Layla summoned me, and between me and her—

The passions of love for Layla called me, and none but her

Fear knew my body's nearness; from her, her hearts [syntax unclear in the supplied Arabic].

My body's nearness alarms their hearts

فَلَبَّيكِ مِن داعٍ لَها وَلَوَ أَنَّني

فَلَبَّيكِ مِن داعٍ لَها وَلَوَ أَنَّني

صَدىً بَينَ أَحجارٍ لَظَلَّ يُجيبُها

صَدىً بَينَ أَحجارٍ لَظَلَّ يُجيبُها

So I answer your summons to her—even if I were

So here I am, responding to the one calling me

an echo among stones, it would keep answering her.

If I were but an echo between rocks, I would still answer her

وَما هَجَرَتكِ النَفسُ أَنَّكِ عِندَها

وَما هَجَرَتكِ النَفسُ أَنَّكِ عِندَها

قَليلٌ وَلَكِن قَلَّ مِنكِ نَصيبُها

قَليلٌ وَلَكِن قَلَّ مِنكِ نَصيبُها

And the soul did not forsake you because, in its eyes, you were

My soul did not abandon you because you were unkind

of little worth; rather, its share of you grew scant.

But because it received too little affection from you