يا خليلي أراك من شَغَفِ الحـ

يا خليلي أراك من شَغَفِ الحـ

ـبِ خَلِيّاً وأنتَ تُلحِي عليهِ

ـبِ خَلِيّاً وأنتَ تُلحِي عليهِ

O my friend, I see you untouched by the passion

My beloved, I see you consumed with passion’s fervor

of love, though you rail against it.

Yet you persist in pursuing it

لَو هَداني إلى سُلُوِّي سُلُوٌّ

لَو هَداني إلى سُلُوِّي سُلُوٌّ

منكَ في الحُبِّ لاِهتديتُ إليهِ

منكَ في الحُبِّ لاِهتديتُ إليهِ

If forgetting could guide me to forget—

If but a whisper from you would guide me to my solace

yours in love—I would surely follow its guidance.

I would be guided by it in love

بأَبِي مَنْ يودّ قلبي بأنْ أمْ

بأَبِي مَنْ يودّ قلبي بأنْ أمْ

سيتُ وَحْدِي مُقبّلاً شَفَتَيْهِ

سيتُ وَحْدِي مُقبّلاً شَفَتَيْهِ

May my father be ransom for him—my heart wishes

By He who wants my heart to forget my loneliness

I could spend the evening alone, kissing his lips;

Kissing your lips

والّذي نَشْرُ كلِّ طِيبٍ ذَكِيٍّ

والّذي نَشْرُ كلِّ طِيبٍ ذَكِيٍّ

في نَدىً يُستفادُ مِن نَفْحَتَيْهِ

في نَدىً يُستفادُ مِن نَفْحَتَيْهِ

and for him—the scent of every richly fragrant perfume

By He who diffused all goodness and intelligence

in the dew is drawn from his two breaths.

In a soft breeze which benefits from its breath

وغزالٍ وقعتُ لمّا تعاطَيْ

وغزالٍ وقعتُ لمّا تعاطَيْ

تُ فراراً من الهوى في يَدَيْهِ

تُ فراراً من الهوى في يَدَيْهِ

And a gazelle—I fell, when I tried

And a gazelle, when it attempted to flee

to flee from love, into his hands.

From love, into its hands

أَنكَرَت عينُهُ اِدّعاءَ سَقامي

أَنكَرَت عينُهُ اِدّعاءَ سَقامي

كم سَقامٍ في باطِني لَمْ تَرَيْهِ

كم سَقامٍ في باطِني لَمْ تَرَيْهِ

His eye denied my claim of sickness:

Its eyes denied my pretense of illness

how much sickness lies within me that you have not seen!

So much sickness within me it did not see