قامَت قِيامَةُ روحِها لِرَواحي

قامَت قِيامَةُ روحِها لِرَواحي

إِنَّ النَوى لِقِيامَةُ الأَرواحِ

إِنَّ النَوى لِقِيامَةُ الأَرواحِ

Her soul’s Judgment Day came at my departure;

Her soul arose for my soul

Indeed, separation is the Judgment Day of souls.

The dew is the resurrection of souls

غَيداءُ غاداها فِراقي بِالأَسى

غَيداءُ غاداها فِراقي بِالأَسى

وَأَذاقَها البُرَحاءُ وَشكُ بَراحي

وَأَذاقَها البُرَحاءُ وَشكُ بَراحي

A slender beauty—my parting visited her in the morning with sorrow,

She went away, so my separation grieved her

And my imminent departure made her taste intense anguish.

And the wind of departing pained her

فَبَكَت فَصارَ الدَمعُ في وَجناتِها

فَبَكَت فَصارَ الدَمعُ في وَجناتِها

مِثلَ الحَبابِ عَلى كُؤوسِ الراحِ

مِثلَ الحَبابِ عَلى كُؤوسِ الراحِ

So she wept, and the tears upon her cheeks became

So she wept, and her tears on her cheeks

Like bubbles upon goblets of wine.

Were like drops on cups of wine

فَكَأَنَّ صَفحَةَ وَجهِها لَمّا بَكَت

فَكَأَنَّ صَفحَةَ وَجهِها لَمّا بَكَت

رَوضٌ تَرَصَّعُ وَردَهُ بِأَقاحِ

رَوضٌ تَرَصَّعُ وَردَهُ بِأَقاحِ

And so the surface of her face, when she wept, was like

And when she wept, her face appeared

A garden whose roses were studded with daisies.

As a garden adorned with flowers