ياO بانَةًa bān tree تَهتَزُّswaying فَينانَةًluxuriantly branched
يا بانَةً تَهتَزُّ فَينانَةً
وَرَوضَةًand a garden تَنفَحُwafting fragrance مِعطاراrichly fragrant
وَرَوضَةً تَنفَحُ مِعطارا
O bān tree, swaying, lush with boughs,
and a garden breathing rich perfume!
لِلَّهِGod be praised أَعطافُكِyour curves مِنof خَوطَةٍa tender bough
لِلَّهِ أَعطافُكِ مِن خَوطَةٍ
وَحَبَّذاand how lovely نَورُكِyour bloom نُوّاراwhite blossoms
وَحَبَّذا نَورُكِ نُوّارا
God be praised for your curves, you tender bough,
and how lovely your bloom of white flowers!
عَلِقتُI fell in love with طَرفاًa glance فاتِناًbewitching فاتِراًlanguid
عَلِقتُ طَرفاً فاتِناً فاتِراً
مِنكِof yours وَغِرّاًand a guileless youth مِنكِof yours غَرّاراdeceitful
مِنكِ وَغِرّاً مِنكِ غَرّارا
I fell in love with a bewitching, languid glance
of yours, and with you, a guileless yet deceitful youth,
وَنابِلاًand an archer مُستَوطِناًdwelling in بابِلاًBabylon
وَنابِلاً مُستَوطِناً بابِلاً
نَفّاثَbreathing spells لَحظِthe glances of العَينِthe eye سَحّاراa master sorcerer
نَفّاثَ لَحظِ العَينِ سَحّارا
and an archer dwelling in Babylon,
breathing spells through his gaze, a master sorcerer.
إِذاwhen رَناhe gazes يَجرَحُنيwounds me طَرفُهُhis glance
إِذا رَنا يَجرَحُني طَرفُهُ
لَحَظتُهُI glanced at him أَجرَحُهُI wound him ثاراin revenge
لَحَظتُهُ أَجرَحُهُ ثارا
When he gazes, his glance wounds me;
I look back at him, wounding him in revenge.
فَيَصبُغُso he dyes الدَرُّpearls عَقيقاًcarnelian-red بِهِwith it
فَيَصبُغُ الدَرُّ عَقيقاً بِهِ
وَأَصبُغُand I dye النُوّارَthe white blossoms أَزهاراinto yellow flowers
وَأَصبُغُ النُوّارَ أَزهارا
So he dyes pearls carnelian-red with it,
and I turn white blossoms into yellow flowers.
وَجهٌa face بِهِin it مِنof بِدَعِwonders of الحُسنِbeauty ماthat which
وَجهٌ بِهِ مِن بِدَعِ الحُسنِ ما
يُقيمُprovides لِلعُشّاقِfor lovers أَعذاراexcuses
يُقيمُ لِلعُشّاقِ أَعذارا
A face with such marvels of beauty
as furnish lovers with excuses.
قَدindeed طَبَعَstamped الحُسنُbeauty بِهِupon it دِرهَماًa dirham (silver coin)
قَد طَبَعَ الحُسنُ بِهِ دِرهَماً
تَسبُكُcasts مِنهُfrom it العَينُthe eye ديناراa dinar (gold coin)
تَسبُكُ مِنهُ العَينُ دينارا
Beauty has stamped upon it a silver dirham;
from it the eye casts a golden dinar.
مَنwhoever يَلقَencounters مِنfrom لاعِجِthe searing heat of وَجدٍpassion بِهِfor him
مَن يَلقَ مِن لاعِجِ وَجدٍ بِهِ
ريحاًa wind فَقَدthen indeed لاقَيتُI have encountered إِعصاراa whirlwind
ريحاً فَقَد لاقَيتُ إِعصارا
If anyone meets, from burning passion for him,
a wind, I have met a whirlwind.
تَخفِقُquiver أَحشائيmy innermost parts بِهِin it دَوحَةًlike a spreading tree
تَخفِقُ أَحشائي بِهِ دَوحَةً
وَتَنثُرُand scatter الأَعيُنُthe eyes نُوّاراwhite blossoms
وَتَنثُرُ الأَعيُنُ نُوّارا
My inmost being quivers in it like a spreading tree,
and eyes scatter white blossoms.
تَدورُturns بِالأَعيُنِwith the eyes مِنfrom وَجهِهِhis face
تَدورُ بِالأَعيُنِ مِن وَجهِهِ
كَعبَةُa Kaaba of حُسنٍbeauty حَيثُماwherever داراhe turns
كَعبَةُ حُسنٍ حَيثُما دارا
His face draws all eyes around it—
a Kaaba of beauty, wherever he turns.
فَليso I have بِهِbecause of him عَينٌan eye مَجوسِيَّةٌMagian
فَلي بِهِ عَينٌ مَجوسِيَّةٌ
تَعبُدُworships مِنfrom وَجنَتِهِhis cheek ناراa fire
تَعبُدُ مِن وَجنَتِهِ نارا
So, because of him, I have a Magian eye,
worshipping a fire upon his cheek.
Sol 6.1