غَدَت إِلى دَيرِه وَمَأواها

غَدَت إِلى دَيرِه وَمَأواها

ما بَينَ رُهبانِها وَقُسّاها

ما بَينَ رُهبانِها وَقُسّاها

She went in the morning to his monastery and her refuge,

She returned to her monastery and dwelling

among her monks and her priests.

Among her monks and priests

رودٌ لَها وَجنَةٌ مُوَرَّدَةٌ

رودٌ لَها وَجنَةٌ مُوَرَّدَةٌ

لَو مَرَّ وَهمٌ بِها لَأَدماها

لَو مَرَّ وَهمٌ بِها لَأَدماها

A delicate maiden with a rose-colored cheek—

A garden for her, verdant

if a thought passed over it, it would make it bleed.

If worries passed by, they would stain it

يَحتَشِمُ القَطرُ مِن مُقَبَّلِها

يَحتَشِمُ القَطرُ مِن مُقَبَّلِها

وَيَخجَلُ الرَوضُ مِن ثَناياها

وَيَخجَلُ الرَوضُ مِن ثَناياها

The rain is abashed before her lips,

The rain is modest from her kiss

and the garden blushes before her front teeth.

And the meadow shy by her sides

فَقالَ قَلبي لِمَ لَيسَ تَعشَقُها

فَقالَ قَلبي لِمَ لَيسَ تَعشَقُها

فَقُلتُ مِثلي مَن لَيسَ يَهواها

فَقُلتُ مِثلي مَن لَيسَ يَهواها

Then my heart said: Why do you not love her?

My heart said why don’t you love her

I replied: One like me does not love her.

I said one like me, who does not adore her

لي شَرَفٌ ما يَكادُ يَترُكُني

لي شَرَفٌ ما يَكادُ يَترُكُني

عَبداً لِمَن لَيسَ يَعبُدُ اللَهَ

عَبداً لِمَن لَيسَ يَعبُدُ اللَهَ

My honor scarcely allows me to be

I have an honor that barely leaves me

a slave to one who does not worship God.

A slave to one who does not worship God