مَتَى يَشفَى بِوَصلِكُم العَليلُ

مَتَى يَشفَى بِوَصلِكُم العَليلُ

وَيَبرَى مِن جَوَى الحُبِّ الغَليلُ

وَيَبرَى مِن جَوَى الحُبِّ الغَليلُ

When will the ailing one be healed by union with you,

When will your reunion heal the ailing one,

And the parched one recover from love's burning anguish?

And he recover from love's painful fever?

أَجيرانَ الحِمَى هَل لي إِلَيكُم

أَجيرانَ الحِمَى هَل لي إِلَيكُم

عَلَى رَغمِ العِدى يَوماً سَبيلُ

عَلَى رَغمِ العِدى يَوماً سَبيلُ

O neighbors of the sanctuary, might I reach you

O you who bar the fever, will I ever

By some path one day, despite the foes?

Find my way to you, despite the hatred?

لَئِن نَزَحَت بِكُم عَنَّا اللَّيالي

لَئِن نَزَحَت بِكُم عَنَّا اللَّيالي

فَأَنتُم في حِمَى قَلبِي نُزولُ

فَأَنتُم في حِمَى قَلبِي نُزولُ

Even if the nights have carried you far from us,

If nights have marched off thanks to you,

Yet you dwell in the sanctuary of my heart.

You dwell still in the fever of my heart.

أَيا بانَ الحِمَى قُل لي أَهَل لي

أَيا بانَ الحِمَى قُل لي أَهَل لي

وَقَد بانُوا إِلى وَصلٍ وُصُولًُ

وَقَد بانُوا إِلى وَصلٍ وُصُولًُ

O ban tree of the sanctuary, tell me: is there for me,

O people of the camp, tell me, am I fit

Though they have departed, any way to reach reunion?

For reunion, now they have come to meet?

يُحَدِّثُني بُرَيقُ الشِّعبِ عَنكُم

يُحَدِّثُني بُرَيقُ الشِّعبِ عَنكُم

حَديثَ هَوىً بِهِ دَمعي رَسُولُ

حَديثَ هَوىً بِهِ دَمعي رَسُولُ

The ravine's glimmer of lightning speaks to me of you,

The scent of the bramble tells me of you,

A tale of love, with my tears as its messenger.

Tearfully, like a messenger of love.

وأشتاقُ الصبَّا وَهناً إذا ما

وأشتاقُ الصبَّا وَهناً إذا ما

سَرى فِي طَيِّها مِنكُم قَبولُ

سَرى فِي طَيِّها مِنكُم قَبولُ

And I yearn for the east wind late at night, whenever

I yearn for the morning breeze, when it bears

An easterly breeze from you drifts within its folds.

From you a fragrance to stir my soul.

فَإِن هَبَّ النَّسيمُ إِلَيَّ مِنكُم

فَإِن هَبَّ النَّسيمُ إِلَيَّ مِنكُم

فإنِّي كالنَّسيمِ بِكُم عَليلُ

فإنِّي كالنَّسيمِ بِكُم عَليلُ

And if the breeze blows toward me from you,

If the breeze blows your scent here to me,

Then, like the breeze, I am faint with longing for you.

I'm like the breeze, sick with love of you.

وَلي في حُبِّكُم وَجدٌ قَديمٌ

وَلي في حُبِّكُم وَجدٌ قَديمٌ

حَديثُ قَصيرِهُ فِيكُم يَطُولُ

حَديثُ قَصيرِهُ فِيكُم يَطُولُ

And in my love for you I bear a longstanding passion,

For you I have an old, abiding love

Even a brief account of it grows long when it concerns you.

Whose briefest tale of you is very long.

وَلي في قُرِبكُم نَشرٌ وَلكن

وَلي في قُرِبكُم نَشرٌ وَلكن

مَتَى بِنتُم فَمَا صَبري جَميلُ

مَتَى بِنتُم فَمَا صَبري جَميلُ

And in your nearness I am brought back to life; yet

And I have, in your nearness, joy - but when

Whenever you depart, my patience is anything but graceful.

Will you be near? My patience is not fair.