أصمتْstruck dead فؤاديmy heart مقلتاهhis two eyes باسهمِwith arrows
أصمتْ فؤادي مقلتاه باسهمِ
فعلامَthen why فيon خديهhis two cheeks آثارtraces of الدمِblood
فعلامَ في خديه آثار الدمِ
His two eyes struck my heart dead with arrows;
My heart is silenced, though wounded by his arrows,
then why are there traces of blood on his cheeks?
Why then bloodstains upon his cheeks?
علقتهI loved him طاميswelling الوشاحthe sash منfrom الصباyouth
علقته طامي الوشاح من الصبا
ريَّانَlush مرَّbitter الهجرestrangement عذبsweet المبسمِthe smiling mouth
ريَّانَ مرَّ الهجر عذب المبسمِ
I loved him, his sash swelling with youth,
His veil entangled me in youth,
lush, bitter in estrangement, sweet of smile.
Flowing with saliva - separation made it sweetly smile.
يفتيissues a legal ruling ومذهبهand his doctrine الخلافdissent بمنعهby his withholding
يفتي ومذهبه الخلاف بمنعه
عذبsweet اللَّمىthe dusky hue of lips ويبيحand permits قتلthe killing of المسلمِa Muslim
عذب اللَّمى ويبيح قتل المسلمِ
He decrees—dissent is his doctrine—that he withhold
He issues legal opinions, though his doctrine denies it,
sweet, dusky lips, yet permits the killing of a Muslim.
Deeming lawful the sweet union, and killing a Muslim legal.
ذهبيّgolden خدٍّcheek بالعذارwith cheek-down مسطّرinscribed
ذهبيّ خدٍّ بالعذار مسطّر
يغنيenriches بحبَّةwith the grain of خالهhis beauty spot للمعدمِfor the destitute
يغني بحبَّة خاله للمعدمِ
Golden-cheeked, inscribed with cheek-down,
His golden cheek marked with a beauty spot,
he enriches the destitute with the grain of his beauty spot.
Sings the praises of his mole to the deprived.
فكأنَّهso he seems like الدينارthe dinar فيin كفِّthe palm of الكرىslumber
فكأنَّه الدينار في كفِّ الكرى
والبدرand the full moon فيin كفِّthe palm of الدجىdarkness كالدرهمِlike a dirham
والبدر في كفِّ الدجى كالدرهمِ
Thus he seems a dinar in slumber's palm,
As if it were a gold coin in the hand of the noble,
and the full moon in darkness's palm is like a dirham.
And the full moon in the hand of night, like a silver coin.
ليسwas not الجمالbeauty مشهَّراًmade known فاختالso it strutted فيin
ليس الجمال مشهَّراً فاختال في
وجهa face مضيءٍradiant تحتbeneath ليلa night مظلمِdark
وجه مضيءٍ تحت ليل مظلمِ
Beauty was not made known, so it strutted in
Beauty is not made public, so it prances about
a radiant face beneath a dark night.
In a shining face under the darkness of night.
فلوجههso his face has ديباجةٌa brocade مرقومةpatterned
فلوجهه ديباجةٌ مرقومة
والثوبُand the garment منقوصٌincomplete إذاif لمnot يرقمِis patterned
والثوبُ منقوصٌ إذا لم يرقمِ
His face thus has a patterned brocade,
For his face is an embroidered brocade,
and a garment is incomplete if it is not patterned.
And a garment is deficient if unembroidered.
انفقتُI spent كنزَthe treasure of مدامعيmy tears فيin حبهloving him
انفقتُ كنزَ مدامعي في حبه
حتىeven علىon عذَّالهhis censurers واللوَّمand reproachers
حتى على عذَّاله واللوَّم
I spent the treasure of my tears in loving him,
I spent the treasure of my tears in loving him
even on his censurers and reproachers.
Even his reproacher and blamer.
ولبسةُand a donning ثوبَthe robe of السقمsickness أصفرyellow مصمتاًplain
ولبسةُ ثوبَ السقم أصفر مصمتاً
فعلامَthen why يخلعis robed فيin الجمالbeauty المعلمِpatterned
فعلامَ يخلع في الجمال المعلمِ
And the donning of sickness's robe, yellow and plain—
And he dressed in the garb of sickness, silent,
why, then, is he robed in patterned beauty?
Why then did he take off the adorned beauty?
ماnot زالceased يهجرنيhe forsakes me ويمنعُand withholds طيفهُhis dream-image
ما زال يهجرني ويمنعُ طيفهُ
حتىuntil سخطتI grew angry علىat الجفونthe eyelids النوَّمِsleeping
حتى سخطت على الجفون النوَّمِ
He kept forsaking me and withholding his dream-image,
He continues to shun me and denies access to his phantom
until I grew angry at sleeping eyelids.
Until I resented the sleepy eyes their sleep.
فلوso if استطعتI could محوتُI would erase آياتِthe signs of الدُّجىdarkness
فلو استطعت محوتُ آياتِ الدُّجى
بالصبحwith dawn أوor أيقظتُI would awaken كلَّevery مهومِslumberer
بالصبح أو أيقظتُ كلَّ مهومِ
So, if I could, I would erase the signs of darkness
If only I could erase the signs of darkness in the morning
with dawn, or awaken every slumberer.
Or awaken every worried soul.
ولكمand how often ركبتُI rode إليهtoward him ليلاًa night أدهماًpitch-black
ولكم ركبتُ إليه ليلاً أدهماً
ومدامعيand my tears شبهlike الظلامthe darkness الأدهمِpitch-black
ومدامعي شبه الظلام الأدهمِ
And how often I rode toward him upon a pitch-black night,
And how often I rode to him in deep gloom at night
and my tears were like the pitch-black darkness,
With my tears resembling the darkest gloom.
وعيونُand the eyes of سمرthe night-talkers of الحيِّthe tribe غيرnot هواجعِasleep
وعيونُ سمر الحيِّ غير هواجعِ
فيهin it ووجهand the face of النارthe fire غيرnot ملثَّمِveiled
فيه ووجه النار غير ملثَّمِ
while the eyes of the tribe's night-talkers were not asleep
And the brown eyes of the living are not downcast
within it, and the fire's face was unveiled.
In them, and the face of fire is not veiled.
وكأنَّand as though سائرةcoursing النجومthe stars فواقعٌbubbles
وكأنَّ سائرة النجوم فواقعٌ
زهرٌbright تجولdrift علىover إناءa vessel مفعمِbrimming
زهرٌ تجول على إناء مفعمِ
And the coursing stars seemed like bubbles,
As if the rest of the stars were flames
bright, drifting over a brimming vessel.
A blossom strolling on a brimming vessel.
منamong كلِّeach أسهرmore wakeful منthan جفونthe eyelids of مدلَّهٍa distraught lover
من كلِّ أسهر من جفون مدلَّهٍ
رمدٍsore-eyed وأخفقَand more fluttering منthan فؤادِthe heart of متيَّمِone enslaved by love
رمدٍ وأخفقَ من فؤادِ متيَّمِ
each more wakeful than the eyelids of a distraught lover,
From every sleepless one, from every languishing eyelid,
sore-eyed, and fluttering more than a lovesick heart.
From every anguished heart pining.
ياO صاحبيmy friend حيثwhere الجلوسsitting خصاصةٌdestitution
يا صاحبي حيث الجلوس خصاصةٌ
انهضrise فإنَّfor indeed الذلَّhumiliation أقبحthe ugliest ميسمِbrand
انهض فإنَّ الذلَّ أقبح ميسمِ
O my friend, where sitting idle means destitution,
My friend wherever you sit secluded,
rise, for humiliation is the ugliest brand.
Rise, for misery is the ugliest mark.
فالصارمfor the keen sword الهنديIndian يجهلis unknown حدّهits edge
فالصارم الهندي يجهل حدّه
وإلاand otherwise ثرunclear fragment إلاَّexcept فيin يمينthe right hand of مصمّمِa resolute man
وإلا ثر إلاَّ في يمين مصمّمِ
For the keen Indian sword's edge goes unrecognized,
The Indian sword knows not its edge,
and otherwise—[wording unclear]—save in a resolute man's right hand.
Else it would not stir except in a determined right hand.
ماwhat ليfor me وللأيَّامand with the days أخّرwas delayed عندهاwith them
ما لي وللأيَّام أخّر عندها
حظّيmy fortune وقدthough indeed شهدتthey have testified بفضلto the merit of تقدميmy precedence
حظّي وقد شهدت بفضل تقدمي
What have I to do with the days, which have held back
What do I, what do days have, diminished with them
my fortune, though they have attested to the merit of my precedence?
My fortune, though they witnessed my precedence?
Sol 6.1