جَرى واكِفُ العَينَينِ بِالديمَةِ السَكبِ

جَرى واكِفُ العَينَينِ بِالديمَةِ السَكبِ

وَراجَعَني مِن ذِكرِ ما قَد مَضى حُبّي

وَراجَعَني مِن ذِكرِ ما قَد مَضى حُبّي

The tears of both eyes flowed in a steady, pouring rain.

With tears flowing, my eyes were occupied with grief

And my love returned to me through remembrance of what had passed.

And memories of past love returned to haunt me

وَأَبدى الهَوى ما كُنتُ أُخفي مِنَ العِدى

وَأَبدى الهَوى ما كُنتُ أُخفي مِنَ العِدى

وَحَنَّ لِتَذكارِ الصِبا مَرَّةً قَلبي

وَحَنَّ لِتَذكارِ الصِبا مَرَّةً قَلبي

And passion revealed what I used to hide from enemies.

Passion revealed what malice I used to hide

And once my heart yearned at the recollection of youth.

And my heart wavered, recalling the days of youth

مَتى يُرسَلُ المُشفى إِنِ الناسُ تَحَلَّوا

مَتى يُرسَلُ المُشفى إِنِ الناسُ تَحَلَّوا

عُيوناً لِأَكنافِ المَدينَةِ فَالهَضبِ

عُيوناً لِأَكنافِ المَدينَةِ فَالهَضبِ

Whenever the man near death is released, if people have arrayed themselves

When will the healer be sent? For people have become

as watchful eyes around Medina's outskirts and then the rocky hills,

Eyes for the outskirts of the city and the hills

أَمُت كَمَداً أَو أَضنُ حَتّى يُغيثَني

أَمُت كَمَداً أَو أَضنُ حَتّى يُغيثَني

مُغيثٌ بِسَيبٍ مِن نَداهُنَّ أَو قُربِ

مُغيثٌ بِسَيبٍ مِن نَداهُنَّ أَو قُربِ

I die of grief or waste away until there comes to my aid

I will die thirsty or lean until

a rescuer with a gift from their bounty or with nearness.

A helper quenches me with news or nearness of them

حَنا الحائِمُ الصادي إِلَيها وَخُلِّيَت

حَنا الحائِمُ الصادي إِلَيها وَخُلِّيَت

قُلوبٌ فَما يَقدِرنَ مِنها عَلى شُربِ

قُلوبٌ فَما يَقدِرنَ مِنها عَلى شُربِ

The circling, thirsty one leaned toward her, and set loose

I pine, like a camel moaning for them, but

were hearts, yet they cannot drink from her.

Hearts cannot attain what they crave to drink

جَعَلنَ الهَوى داءً عَلَينا وَمالُنا

جَعَلنَ الهَوى داءً عَلَينا وَمالُنا

إِلَيهُنَّ إِذ أَورَدنَنا الداءَ مِن ذَنبِ

إِلَيهُنَّ إِذ أَورَدنَنا الداءَ مِن ذَنبِ

They made love a sickness for us, though we had

Passion has become an ailment plaguing us

no fault against them when they led us into sickness.

As they made us ill through no fault or sin

جَرى فَوقَها زَهوُ الشَبابِ وَباشَرَت

جَرى فَوقَها زَهوُ الشَبابِ وَباشَرَت

نَعيمَ اللَيالي وَالرَخاءُ مِنَ الخَصبِ

نَعيمَ اللَيالي وَالرَخاءُ مِنَ الخَصبِ

Youth's splendor flowed over her, and she experienced

The glory of youth flowed over them as they enjoyed

the delights of nights and the ease of plenty.

The bliss of nights and prosperity from fertility

نَواعِمُ لا يَرغَبنَ في وَصلِ بَلدَمٍ

نَواعِمُ لا يَرغَبنَ في وَصلِ بَلدَمٍ

هِدانٍ وَلا يَزهَدنَ في الطَرَفِ العَذبِ

هِدانٍ وَلا يَزهَدنَ في الطَرَفِ العَذبِ

Delicate women, who desire no union with a clumsy fellow,

Beauties who do not yearn for the embrace of an admirer

a sluggish fool, nor disdain a charming, sweet-natured man.

Or disdain the sweet glance of a gentle gazelle