لَوْif لَمْnot يَكُنْbe إِلاَّexcept الْكَلامَspeech مُعَبِّرٌexpressive
لَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ إِلاَّ الْكَلامَ مُعَبِّرٌ
لَجَرَتْwould then flow بُحُورُseas الْحُبِّof love مِنْfrom كَلِمَاتِيmy words
لَجَرَتْ بُحُورُ الْحُبِّ مِنْ كَلِمَاتِي
If speech were the only means of expression,
If words alone could not express,
Seas of love would flow from my words.
then love's seas would flow from my utterances.
هَذَاthis شَذَاهُits fragrance يَفُوحُwafts مِنْfrom قَلْبِيmy heart وَمَاand how
هَذَا شَذَاهُ يَفُوحُ مِنْ قَلْبِي وَمَا
أَشْذَاهُfragrant it is حِينَwhen يَفُوحُwafts مِنْfrom نَظَرَاتِيmy glances
أَشْذَاهُ حِينَ يَفُوحُ مِنْ نَظَرَاتِي
This is its fragrance, wafting from my heart—and how
This is the fragrance that wafts from my heart, but
Fragrant it is when it wafts from my glances!
how more fragrant when it wafts from my gaze!
لَكِنْbut شَذَاهُits fragrance يَدُومُendures مِنْfrom قَلْبِيmy heart وَهَلْand is there
لَكِنْ شَذَاهُ يَدُومُ مِنْ قَلْبِي وَهَلْ
لِشَذَاfor the fragrance of الْقُلُوبِthe hearts نِهَايَةٌan end، أَحَيَاتِيO my life
لِشَذَا الْقُلُوبِ نِهَايَةٌ، أَحَيَاتِي
But its fragrance from my heart endures—and is there
Yet its fragrance endures from my heart, for can
An end to the fragrance of hearts, O my life?
the heart's passion have an end, my life?
فَالْعَيْنُfor the eye تَرْنُوgazes longingly عَلَّperhaps تَرْوَىis quenched مِنْfrom صَدًىthirst
فَالْعَيْنُ تَرْنُو عَلَّ تَرْوَى مِنْ صَدًى
بَعْدَafter الْفِرَاقِparting يَطُولُlasts long لَوْeven if لَحَظَاتِmoments
بَعْدَ الْفِرَاقِ يَطُولُ لَوْ لَحَظَاتِ
For the eye gazes longingly, hoping its thirst will be quenched
So the eye hopes it may glimpse but an echo
After a parting that drags on, even if only for moments.
after our parting, though moments stretch long.
وَالْقَلْبُand the heart مَاnot عَرَفَhas known الْفِرَاقَparting لأَنَّهُbecause it
وَالْقَلْبُ مَا عَرَفَ الْفِرَاقَ لأَنَّهُ
تَحْيَيْنَyou dwell فِيهِin it فَصَارَso it became كَالْجَنَّاتِlike gardens
تَحْيَيْنَ فِيهِ فَصَارَ كَالْجَنَّاتِ
And the heart has never known parting, because
While my heart never knew parting, for you
You dwell within it, so it has become like gardens.
revive in it, so it becomes like gardens.
قَدْindeed كَانَwas يَحْيَاliving قَاحِلاًbarren فَأَتَيْتِهِthen you came to it
قَدْ كَانَ يَحْيَا قَاحِلاً فَأَتَيْتِهِ
مِثْلَlike الرَّبِيعِspring فَأَزْهَرَso it blossomed الْعَطِرَاتِfragrant flowers
مِثْلَ الرَّبِيعِ فَأَزْهَرَ الْعَطِرَاتِ
It once lived barren; then you came to it,
It once lay barren, but you came to it
Like spring, so it blossomed with fragrant flowers.
like Spring, and the buds burst into bloom.
فَأَسَرَّso it confided لِيto me عَهْدًاa pledge سَيَحْيَاit will live حَامِيًاas a guardian
فَأَسَرَّ لِي عَهْدًا سَيَحْيَا حَامِيًا
تَحْيَيْنَyou dwell فِيهِin it الدُّرَّthe pearl فِيin الصَّدَفَاتِthe shells
تَحْيَيْنَ فِيهِ الدُّرَّ فِي الصَّدَفَاتِ
So it confided a pledge to me: it would live as a guardian;
So it vowed to me an oath it will keep ardent,
You dwell within it—a pearl within shells.
you revive in it pearls in their shells.
هَذَاthis الشَّذَاthe fragrance لِحَدِيثِهِfor its speech تَهْفُوyearn الْقُلُوthe hearts (first part)
هَذَا الشَّذَا لِحَدِيثِهِ تَهْفُو الْقُلُو
بُcompletion of 'the hearts' لِصِدْقِهِbecause of its sincerity يَعْرُوovertakes الأَسَىsorrow الْكَلِمَاتِthe words
بُ لِصِدْقِهِ يَعْرُو الأَسَى الْكَلِمَاتِ
This fragrance—hearts yearn for its speech;
This fragrance, in its words the hearts flutter,
Because of its sincerity, sorrow overtakes the words.
in its truth ache is lifted from words.
Sol 6.1