يَاO عَاذِلِيmy reproacher مَاnot أَنْتَyou أَوَّلُthe first عَاذِلٍreproacher
يَا عَاذِلِي مَا أَنْتَ أَوَّلُ عَاذِلٍ
دَعْنِيleave me لَحَاكَmay He curse you اللهُGod لَسْتَyou are not بِعَاذِلِيmy reproacher
دَعْنِي لَحَاكَ اللهُ لَسْتَ بِعَاذِلِي
O my reproacher, you are not the first to reproach.
O critic, you're not the first critic
O my reproacher, you are not the first to reproach,
Leave me—may God curse you—you are no reproacher of mine.
Leave me, may Allah afflict you, you are not my critic
Leave me be, may God rebuke you, you are no true critic of mine.
لَوْif كُنْتَyou were تَعْلَمُto know مَنْwhom أُحِبُّI love عَذَرْتَنِيyou would excuse me
لَوْ كُنْتَ تَعْلَمُ مَنْ أُحِبُّ عَذَرْتَنِي
لَكِنْbut جَهِلْتَyou did not know فَلُمْتَنِيso you blamed me بِالْبَاطِلِunjustly
لَكِنْ جَهِلْتَ فَلُمْتَنِي بِالْبَاطِلِ
If you knew whom I love, you would excuse me.
If you knew who I loved, you would excuse me
If you knew the one I love, you would have excused me,
But you did not know, so you blamed me unjustly.
But you were ignorant and blamed me falsely
But you were ignorant, and so you blamed me unjustly.
دَعْنِيleave me وَحَالِيand my state لاَdo not تَلُمْنِيblame me فِيfor هَوَىlove
دَعْنِي وَحَالِي لاَ تَلُمْنِي فِي هَوَى
مَنْthe one حُبُّهُhis love مُحْيِيmy life-giver وَلَيْسَand is not بِقَاتِلِيmy killer
مَنْ حُبُّهُ مُحْيِي وَلَيْسَ بِقَاتِلِي
Leave me to my state; do not blame me for loving
Leave me and my state, do not blame me for passion
Leave me to my state, do not blame me for my passion
one whose love gives me life and does not kill me.
He whose love gives me life and doesn’t kill me
For one whose love brings me life, and is not my killer.
نَفْسِيmy soul الْفِدَاءُthe ransom لِمَنْfor him who بِأَسْهُمِwith the arrows of لَحْظِهِhis glance
نَفْسِي الْفِدَاءُ لِمَنْ بِأَسْهُمِ لَحْظِهِ
قَدْindeed قَدَّtore open أَحْشَائِيmy entrails وَلَيْسَand is not بِنَابِلِan archer
قَدْ قَدَّ أَحْشَائِي وَلَيْسَ بِنَابِلِ
My soul be a ransom for him who, with the arrows of his glance,
My soul is ransomed for him who with his glance’s arrows
May my soul be a ransom for the one who, with the arrows of his glance,
has torn open my entrails, though he is no archer.
Has pierced my entrails yet is no archer
Has pierced my innermost core, though he is no archer.
ظَبْيٌa gazelle تَمَلَّكَنِيtook possession of me وَآسَرَand captured مُهْجَتِيmy heart
ظَبْيٌ تَمَلَّكَنِي وَآسَرَ مُهْجَتِي
بِجُفُونِهِwith his eyelids الْمَلْأَىfull بِأُِثْمُدِwith antimony kohl بَابِلِBabylon
بِجُفُونِهِ الْمَلْأَى بِأُِثْمُدِ بَابِلِ
A gazelle took possession of me and captured my heart
A gazelle who has possessed me and captured my infatuation
A gazelle has possessed me and taken my spirit captive,
with his eyelids, full of Babylon's antimony kohl.
With his fawn-like, heavily lidded eyes of Babel
With eyelids brimming with the kohl of Babylon.
يَحْكِيresembles مُحَيَّاهُhis face وَفَاحِمَand jet-black فَرْعِهِhis tresses
يَحْكِي مُحَيَّاهُ وَفَاحِمَ فَرْعِهِ
بَدْرُthe full moon of الدُّجَىthe darkness لَوْif كَانَit were لَيْسَnot بِآفِلِone that sets
بَدْرُ الدُّجَى لَوْ كَانَ لَيْسَ بِآفِلِ
His face and his jet-black tresses would be mirrored by
His cheek and branch-like neck relate
His countenance and his pitch-black flowing tresses resemble
the full moon of the dark night, were it never to set.
The full moon of nightfall were it not declining
The full moon of the dark night, were it never to set.
خَفَقَاتُflutterings قَلْبِيmy heart أَصْلُهُits source مِنْfrom قُرْطِهِhis earring
خَفَقَاتُ قَلْبِي أَصْلُهُ مِنْ قُرْطِهِ
إِذْfor كَانَit was فِيهِin it مُعَلَّقاًsuspended بِسَلاَسِلِby chains
إِذْ كَانَ فِيهِ مُعَلَّقاً بِسَلاَسِلِ
My heart's fluttering has its source in his earring,
My heart's palpitations originate from his amulet
The fluttering of my heart originates from his earring,
for it was suspended there by chains.
As it was suspended therein by chains
For it hangs from it, suspended by chains.
Sol 6.1