الغَيمُ يَخلِطُ نَوحَهُ بِبُكائِهِ

الغَيمُ يَخلِطُ نَوحَهُ بِبُكائِهِ

فَاِشرَب عَلى العَبَراتِ مِن أَندائِهِ

فَاِشرَب عَلى العَبَراتِ مِن أَندائِهِ

The cloud mingles its lament with its weeping.

The clouds mix their wailing with their weeping,

So drink, amid the tears, from its dews—

So drink the tears from their cries.

ذَهَباً إِذا ذَهَبَت إِلَيهِ مُقلَةٌ

ذَهَباً إِذا ذَهَبَت إِلَيهِ مُقلَةٌ

وَقَفَت تُمَتِّعُ لَحظَها بِصَفائِهِ

وَقَفَت تُمَتِّعُ لَحظَها بِصَفائِهِ

Gold: when an eye turns toward it,

Gold, when a weeping eye turns to it,

It pauses, letting its gaze delight in the gold's clarity.

Stands still, delighting its gaze with its purity,

مَعَ ذي دلالٍ ما نَحَوتُ مَسَرَّةً

مَعَ ذي دلالٍ ما نَحَوتُ مَسَرَّةً

حَتّى يَسيرَ بِنا دَليلُ غِنائِهِ

حَتّى يَسيرَ بِنا دَليلُ غِنائِهِ

With a coy beloved, I sought no delight

With one who points the way I never looked for joy

Until the guide of his singing led us onward,

Until the guide of his singing led us on.

مِن قَبلِ أَن يَبدو وَالثَرى لَكَ عاطِلاً

مِن قَبلِ أَن يَبدو وَالثَرى لَكَ عاطِلاً

مِن تِبرِ عَبهَرِهِ وَفَضَّةِ مائِهِ

مِن تِبرِ عَبهَرِهِ وَفَضَّةِ مائِهِ

Before it appeared, with the earth bare before you

Before the ground appears to you barren

Of the gold of its narcissus and the silver of its water.

Of the perfume of its dust and the silver of its water.