حَمّامُbathhouse بورانَBuran ياO لِصَحبيto my companions
حَمّامُ بورانَ يا لِصَحبي
اَحَقُّmore deserving مِنthan غَيرِهِother than it بِحُبّيof my love
اَحَقُّ مِن غَيرِهِ بِحُبّي
Buran’s bathhouse, O my companions,
A gusty dove, my companion
Is more deserving of my love than any other.
With more right than any other to my love
رَوضٌa garden تَكادُalmost الغُصونُthe branches مِنهُfrom it
رَوضٌ تَكادُ الغُصونُ مِنهُ
تَحولُintervene بَينيbetween me وَبَينَand between لُبّيmy reason
تَحولُ بَيني وَبَينَ لُبّي
A garden whose branches almost
A garden where boughs almost
Come between me and my reason.
Come between me and the object of my affection
أَميلُI incline مِنهُof it إِلىtoward شَبيهيwhat resembles me
أَميلُ مِنهُ إِلى شَبيهي
فيin فَيضِthe flood of دَمعيmy tears وَحَرِّand the heat of قَلبيmy heart
في فَيضِ دَمعي وَحَرِّ قَلبي
I am drawn to what in it resembles me,
I turn from it to one like me
In the flood of my tears and the heat of my heart.
In the flood of my tears and heat of my heart