بَعيدٌ بأَن يَشكو إِلَيكَ غَرَامَهُ

بَعيدٌ بأَن يَشكو إِلَيكَ غَرَامَهُ

أَسيرُ هوىً في راحَتَيكَ ذِمامُهُ

أَسيرُ هوىً في راحَتَيكَ ذِمامُهُ

Too far away to complain to you of his passion,

Distant is he to complain to you of his love,

A captive of love, whose protection rests in your two palms.

A captive of passion in your calmness lies his bridle.

مُحِبٌّ كَئيبُ القَلبِ زادَ زَفيرُهُ

مُحِبٌّ كَئيبُ القَلبِ زادَ زَفيرُهُ

وَيَعبَقُ في طَيِّ النَّسيمِ سَلامُهُ

وَيَعبَقُ في طَيِّ النَّسيمِ سَلامُهُ

A lover, sorrowful at heart, whose sighing has increased,

A sorrowful lover with grieving heart, his sighing increased,

And his greeting wafts fragrantly in the folds of the breeze.

And his greetings exhale in the folds of the breeze.

بَكَى يَومَ بانَ الُمنحَنى وَحَمَامُهُ

بَكَى يَومَ بانَ الُمنحَنى وَحَمَامُهُ

بُكاءَ شَجٍ صَبٍّ يَزيدُ غَرَامُهُ

بُكاءَ شَجٍ صَبٍّ يَزيدُ غَرَامُهُ

He wept the day the valley bend and its doves came into view,

He wept the day the one bent with love flew his nest,

The weeping of a sorrowful, lovesick man whose passion grows.

A weeping most bitter that makes his love grow.

عَليمٌ بأَنَّ البانَ بَينٌ لِشَملِهِ

عَليمٌ بأَنَّ البانَ بَينٌ لِشَملِهِ

وَأَنَّ أَغاريدَ الحَمامِ حِمامُهُ

وَأَنَّ أَغاريدَ الحَمامِ حِمامُهُ

Knowing that the bān tree spells the scattering of his company,

Knowing that the one who left is clear to be united,

And that the doves’ songs are his death.

And that the cooing of doves are his delegations.

خَلَيليَّ بالجَرعاءِ والروَّضُ مُشرِفُ

خَلَيليَّ بالجَرعاءِ والروَّضُ مُشرِفُ

وَمِسكُ الثَّرى قَد فُضَّ عَنهُ خِتامُه

وَمِسكُ الثَّرى قَد فُضَّ عَنهُ خِتامُه

O my two friends, at al-Jarʿāʾ, while the meadow rises high,

My intimate friend in the bareness where the garden overlooks,

And the musk of the moist earth has had its seal broken.

And the musk of the soil has opened its seal.