نَهاريmy day نَهارُthe day الناسِthe people حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen بَداappeared
نَهاري نَهارُ الناسِ حَتّى إِذا بَدا
لِيَto me اللَيلُthe night هَزَّتنيstirred me إِلَيكِtoward you المَضاجِعُthe beds
لِيَ اللَيلُ هَزَّتني إِلَيكِ المَضاجِعُ
My day is like other people's day, until there appears
To me the night, and the beds stir me toward you.
أُقَضّيI spend نَهاريmy day بِالحَديثِwith conversation وَبِالمُنىand with wishes
أُقَضّي نَهاري بِالحَديثِ وَبِالمُنى
وَيَجمَعُنيand brings me together وَالهَمَّand sorrow بِاللَيلِat night جامِعُa gatherer
وَيَجمَعُني وَالهَمَّ بِاللَيلِ جامِعُ
I pass my day with conversation and wishes,
And at night something brings me and sorrow together.
لَقَدindeed ثَبَتَتhas taken root فيin القَلبِthe heart مِنكِfrom you مَحَبَّةٌlove
لَقَد ثَبَتَت في القَلبِ مِنكِ مَحَبَّةٌ
كَماjust as ثَبَتَتhave taken root فيin الراحَتَينِthe two palms الأَصابِعُthe fingers
كَما ثَبَتَت في الراحَتَينِ الأَصابِعُ
Indeed, love for you has taken root in my heart,
As fingers are firmly rooted in the two palms.
وَلَوand if كانَwere هَذاthis مَوضِعَthe place for العَتبِreproach لَاِشتَفىwould find relief
وَلَو كانَ هَذا مَوضِعَ العَتبِ لَاِشتَفى
فُؤاديmy heart وَلَكِنand yet لِلعِتابِfor reproach مَواضِعُplaces
فُؤادي وَلَكِن لِلعِتابِ مَواضِعُ
And were this the place for reproach, there would be relief
For my heart; but reproach has its proper places.
وَأَنتِand you الَّتيthe one who صَيَّرتِyou made جِسميmy body زُجاجَةٌa glass vessel
وَأَنتِ الَّتي صَيَّرتِ جِسمي زُجاجَةٌ
تَنِمُّreveals عَلىabout ماwhat تَحتَويهِcontain it الأَضالِعُthe ribs
تَنِمُّ عَلى ما تَحتَويهِ الأَضالِعُ
And you are the one who made my body a glass vessel,
Revealing what the ribs contain.
أَتَطمَعُdo you hope مِنfrom لَيلىLayla بِوَصلٍfor union وَإِنَّماand it is only
أَتَطمَعُ مِن لَيلى بِوَصلٍ وَإِنَّما
تُضَرِّبُrepeatedly strike أَعناقَthe necks الرِجالِof men المَطامِعُcovetous hopes
تُضَرِّبُ أَعناقَ الرِجالِ المَطامِعُ
Do you hope for union with Layla? Yet it is only
Covetous hopes that repeatedly strike men's necks.