ماhow أحسنbeautiful العفوَforgiveness منfrom المالكِthe master
ما أحسن العفوَ من المالكِ
لاnot سيماthe like (in لا سيما: especially) عنfor هائمٍa lovelorn man هالكِperishing
لا سيما عن هائمٍ هالكِ
How beautiful is forgiveness from the master,
How excellent is the pardon from the angel,
especially for a lovelorn, perishing man!
Especially for one gone astray and ruined.
ياO أيُّهاyou السالكُone who treads منwithin مُهجتيmy heart
يا أيُّها السالكُ من مُهجتي
مسالكاًpaths أعيتْproved too difficult علىfor السالكِthe traveler
مسالكاً أعيتْ على السالكِ
O you who tread within my heart
O you who journeys from my passions,
paths that have defeated the traveler!
On paths that have wearied the traveler.
محكْتَyou persisted obstinately فيin هجرِكyour forsaking ليof me ظالماًunjustly
محكْتَ في هجرِك لي ظالماً
ولسْتُand I am not فيin حُبّكloving you بالماحِكa contentious disputant
ولسْتُ في حُبّك بالماحِك
You stubbornly persist in forsaking me, unjustly,
You have blamed me unjustly for your separation,
while I am not contentious in my love for you.
Yet in your love I have not been unfair.
ياO قمراًa moon أوْفىrose high علىabove سَرْوةٍa cypress
يا قمراً أوْفى على سَرْوةٍ
وسرْوَةًand a cypress أوفتrose high علىabove عانِكa sand dune
وسرْوَةً أوفت على عانِك
O moon risen high above a cypress,
O moon that was loyal to a cypress tree,
and cypress towering above a sand dune!
And cypress that was loyal to your pillar.
عبدُكyour slave منهوكٌworn down بسُقْمِby the sickness of الهَوىlove
عبدُك منهوكٌ بسُقْمِ الهَوى
فداوِهِso cure him منof سُقْمِكthe sickness you cause الناهِكdebilitating
فداوِهِ من سُقْمِك الناهِك
Your slave is worn down by love's sickness;
Your slave is worn down by the sickness of passion,
so cure him of the wasting sickness you cause.
So cure him from your destroying sickness.
كمhow often قدindeed شكاhe complained منكof you إلىto ذاهلٍsomeone heedless
كم قد شكا منك إلى ذاهلٍ
وكمand how often بكىhe wept منكbecause of you إلىto ضاحِكِsomeone laughing
وكم بكى منك إلى ضاحِكِ
How often he has complained of you to someone heedless,
How much he complained of you to the uncaring one,
and how often wept because of you to someone laughing!
And how much he wept for you to the laughing one.
ثمthen غداhe became منfrom بعدِafter ذاthis كلّهall of it
ثم غدا من بعدِ ذا كلّه
أعْطَفَthe most affectionate مملوكٍa slave علىtoward مالِكa master
أعْطَفَ مملوكٍ على مالِك
Then, after all of this, he became
Then after all of that he became
the most affectionate of slaves toward his master.
The most gentle slave to a master.
كذَّبْتَyou called false منيfrom me مَدْمعاًa weeping eye صادِقاًtruthful
كذَّبْتَ مني مَدْمعاً صادِقاً
لقولِbecause of the words of واشٍa tale-bearer كاذبٍlying آفكdeceitful
لقولِ واشٍ كاذبٍ آفك
You called my truthful tears false
You denied a sincere teardrop of mine
because of a lying, deceitful tale-bearer's words.
For the words of a mendacious slanderer.
فصِرْتَso you came to تلقانيyou meet me علىdespite ذِلَّتيmy abasement
فصِرْتَ تلقاني على ذِلَّتي
بمثْلِwith the likeness of حَدّthe edge الصارمthe keen sword الباتِكcleaving
بمثْلِ حَدّ الصارم الباتِك
So now you meet me, despite my abasement,
So you began to meet me in my humility
as with the edge of a keen, cleaving sword.
With the like of a stern sword's cutting edge.
ياO فِضَّةًsilver بيضاءَwhite مسْبُوكةًcast
يا فِضَّةً بيضاءَ مسْبُوكةً
جادتْit proved fine وصفَّتْهاand refined it يدُthe hand السابِكthe caster
جادتْ وصفَّتْها يدُ السابِك
O white, cast silver,
O white silver cast pure,
that proved fine and was refined by the caster's hand!
Molded and refined by the hand of the forger.
بالصُّبْحِby the dawn منfrom غُرَّتكyour radiant brow المُجْتَلىrevealed to sight
بالصُّبْحِ من غُرَّتك المُجْتَلى
واللَّيْلُand the night منfrom طُرَّتِكyour forelock الحالِكِpitch-dark
واللَّيْلُ من طُرَّتِك الحالِكِ
By the dawn revealed in your brow,
In the morning by your unveiled coquetry,
and the pitch-dark night of your forelock,
And the night by your disappearing sorcery.
لاdo not تَتْرُكَنّيabandon me رحمةًout of mercy بعدماafter
لا تَتْرُكَنّي رحمةً بعدما
هتكْتَنيyou disgraced me أفديكI would ransom you منas a هاتِكِravager
هتكْتَني أفديك من هاتِكِ
do not abandon me, for mercy's sake, after
Do not after disgracing me leave me without mercy,
you have disgraced me—I would ransom you, ravager!
I ransom you from your attacker.
يكفيكit suffices you أنthat أصبحتُI have become ياO سيّديmy lord
يكفيك أن أصبحتُ يا سيّدي
أُحْدُوثةَthe talk الناسِكِof the ascetic والفاتِكِand the libertine
أُحْدُوثةَ الناسِكِ والفاتِكِ
It is enough for you that I have become, my lord,
It suffices that I have become, my master,
the talk of the ascetic and the libertine.
The talk of ascetic and murderer.
لاnot لذَّةُthe pleasure الفاتِكِof the libertine مَوْجُودةٌto be found
لا لذَّةُ الفاتِكِ مَوْجُودةٌ
عنديwith me ولاnor ليfor me سلوةُsolace الناسِكِof the ascetic
عندي ولا لي سلوةُ الناسِكِ
The libertine's pleasure is not to be found
The pleasure of the murderer does not exist in me,
with me, nor do I have the ascetic's solace.
Nor do I have the solace of the ascetic.
تركتنيyou left me فرْداًalone فكمso how many قائلٍone who says
تركتني فرْداً فكم قائلٍ
ياoh شَغَفَpassion المتروكِof the forsaken بالتَّاركfor the forsaker
يا شَغَفَ المتروكِ بالتَّارك
You left me alone; how many have said:
You left me alone, so how many have said,
"Oh, the forsaken one's passion for the forsaker!"
O desire of the abandoned for the abandoner!
أصبحْتُI have come to أهواكlove you وأنتand you الذيthe one who
أصبحْتُ أهواك وأنت الذي
ماnot لِدَميof my blood غيرُكother than you منany سافِكshedder
ما لِدَمي غيرُك من سافِك
I have come to love you, though you are the one
I have come to love you while you are the one
who alone sheds my blood.
Who has none but you to shed my blood.
Sol 6.1